i'm always partial to a small rural church, especially if it is on the west coast scotland. they do a great line in dour and forbidding like nobody else. in my head i imagine characters from the village visiting there on a sunday in cloaks. i think i could have an overactive imagination though.
i had to collect the key in an envelope to let myself in. when i got there the church flower ladies had "heard there was a wedding on" and had made some special arrangements for the ceremony. it was a really sweet thing to do and i felt awful having to squirrel them away. church flower ladies: if you are reading, please don't be cross.