In this place we plant stuff – a lot of stuff- and then we help it grow. In this place the cows run through fields and trample fences and we know them by their character.

In this place the chickens peck at our feet and the sheep have names. In this place we tell the seasons not by the calendar, but by the height of our crops.

In this place we can smell the rain before it falls. In this place we wear the marks of the earth and the colour of the sun upon our skin.

In this place we live by the laws of nature and we survive off what is fresh and what is good.

And we want to bring what we have at our place, round to your place, farm to front door…dingdong!