M&M Sand underfoot. Amber roses catching the sun. This is the other Polhawn wedding - not the ceremony in the fort, not the long table under golden light, but the hour afterwards when the two of you slip away and the coast becomes entirely yours. No manicured grounds. No formal pose. Just the two of you, the tide line, and a stretch of Cornwall that doesn't know what day it is. This is what exclusive use really means.