About

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I started One Field Farm in the spring of 2016, a first generation farmer fresh off the back of a year spent travelling between farms in Australia and America. Farms and businesses built by people willing to take on all the bad and ugly if it means living the Good Life. I lived and worked alongside them and their families; the culture, grit and ethics of each farm seeping into the same pair of hands and eyes that have now been growing vegetables for two seasons in Cornwall. How I got to going away in the first place is explained here, and the video on my front page goes a little way to explaining why I started the farm. I would have been the last person to guess I’d end up growing vegetables a hundred feet from my childhood school and making pickles in the village hall but life happened and now I’m trying to build something that goes someway to matching the way I felt in the wilds of rural Australia and green fields of upstate New York.

Farming is essential to life yet virtually impossible to do within the society in which we now live. I’m incredibly lucky to have access to one acre of land and water thanks to a local farmer, plus I’ve spent two years living back at home and waitressing between to make ends meet. In my first season I rebuilt a 20 metre poly tunnel, and in season two I built a farm stall. Bit by bit One Field Farm is finding it’s feet. I grow heritage vegetables, herbs and flowers using organic methods as I learn them, and sell my produce to local families, restaurants and businesses. I also host the occasional unofficial feast around the seasons which makes it all make sense, and make preserves out of what I grow and forage. It’s a privilege to call myself a farmer, even though most days fall under a dozen other job descriptions.

I’m not currently able to take on volunteers, as much as I’d like to. Front page film by the clever stick that is Ben at Gokotta. Tin type photo made on a rare slow day by the lovely Al.