Foraging
Our bees roam clover, sunflower and wild blossom for miles around the yards, choosing the sweetest nectar of the week.
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Six hives on a sunny hillside grew into forty hives across three valleys — and every jar still tastes like home.
Our grandparents set their first six hives on a sunny hillside above Willowmere Valley, armed with little more than smokers, veils and patience. They learned the rhythm of each colony — which queens laid best, which meadows bloomed first — and made the bees a promise: we would only ever take what the hives could spare.
Today we tend forty hives across three sheltered valleys, and someone from the family still walks the bee yards every week, lifting frames and checking brood. We harvest only the surplus, spin it gently from the comb and jar it raw — the same way it has been done here for three generations.
Every planting and harvest decision starts with what the bees need, not with what we want to take.
Our honey is never heated or finely filtered, so the flavour of each harvest stays exactly as the bees made it.
Every label names the valley and season your jar came from — ask us and we will tell you the very hive.
We share forage with nearby growers and keep our yards tidy, quiet and kind to the land around them.
Our bees roam clover, sunflower and wild blossom for miles around the yards, choosing the sweetest nectar of the week.
We lift only full, capped frames and spin the honey out slowly, leaving every colony strong with plenty for winter.
Each jar is filled, sealed and labelled right here on the farm, with the valley and harvest written on the lid.
You will find our jars in the neighbourhood bakery's morning buns, on the cafe's tea shelf and at our stall at the Saturday market — thank you for keeping a family farm buzzing.
This season's harvest is jarred and ready — blossom, wildflower and comb, straight from our forty hives to your table.
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