The Wylding Woodland
Our ancient Kentish woodland has been here since Domesday — & it shows.
It’s a seasonal roll call of outrageous beauty: January snowdrops give way to bluebells, hellebores and foxgloves. Then come the woodland edge flowers - more delicate, curly and weird than their market cousins. We are spoiled for green: hornbeams, birch, hazel, redwoods. Then the bronze oak and yellow willow of autumn. Funghi, mosses, lichen: a beautiful chaos we reimagine in the vase.
We say thanks & gather. And give back in the form of bulbs, saplings and seeds.
We like to think we look after the wood. But really, she looks after us…
