Of chalk,
of skylark,
of wildflower.

Ninety million years ago the land beneath our feet was the floor of a warm shallow sea. The shells of countless small creatures fell, layer upon layer, and became the chalk that now holds our vineyard and our wildflower meadows.

Our farming gives back. We tend twenty-seven acres of vines and seventy acres of meadow, ancient woodland and hedgerow. No synthetic inputs. Sheep graze the rows in winter. The bees do the rest.