I’ve always loved the place I get to call home, it’s got a kind of magic to it, And though you can’t really put your finger on it, growing up on the family farm learning the stories of the land, the people who came before us and dug peats in the moss or made bottles of still by the burn, it’s all part of why I’ve never really wanted to leave. Forage and Faff is my excuse to have a small place on the farm, and write another little side note in the story of Shilnavogie.  

My siblings and I grew up hugely privileged to be able to eat our own beef reared on the hills we played in and dig vegetables from the garden, thanks to parents who instilled a love for simple, seasonal food and hospitality. Everything about the ethos of Forage and Faff comes from a childhood on a hill farm, from the food we ate, the people we gathered with and the places we turned to for seasonal nourishment, style and joy. It’s a privilege to share this wild setting and a warm welcome with you, joining in the simple act of intentionally creating with and gathering around whatever is growing in the hedgerows or out on the hill this month. There’s a sweetness in every season, and it’s my joy to help you find the space to share in it.