A Traditional Kentish Farm

We Grow Cobnuts

  • Triple Warmth!

    Wood warms you at least three times – when you chop it up, when you stack it and when you burn it! These logs were stacked by Elliot and came from tidying up all the fallen Cherry trees. Left flying season for a year, they are splitting with a very satisfactory snap. Can’t wait to snuggle down with these when it gets colder 😊

  • Bliss

    Bliss: A sunny morning on a tractor, mowing an ancient cherry orchard!

  • Clearing Brambles

    Brother Barny rescuing a cherry tree from a concerted bramble assault.

    Left unchecked the brambles will take over the farm, like a remorseless army. They have done at least once before in my memory, filling the paths and nut plats with their long, tangled, barbed branches just like the woods in sleeping beauty. Clearing them is slow, painful work and there are many more trees and fences that need rescuing.

    Nature is endlessly bountiful, which is the great gift to the farmer. Every year the cobnut trees deliver their crop to the harvest for us to enjoy. But nature is productive in so many other ways too.

    As any gardener knows, maintaining a piece of land can feel like an never ending challenge, which is, of course, a big part of its charm.

    We should not try to master nature, like king Canute trying to stop the tide, rather we should aim to work alongside, shaping and cajoling it for our pleasure and enjoyment while we can, accepting that any marks we make will be gently and permanently erased when we stop.