Winter Time Thoughts

In the depths of winter our ancestors would have gathered and told stories, and as a seasonal business with new followers and no flowers we’re going to do the same over the next few deepest-darkest days. In a 21st century way, we’ll share our tale with you…

My name is Harriet, and I set up Cumberland Flower Farm 7 years ago. I’ve been musing on ‘where does this story begin?’ recently, and remember (dimly) my A level history’s analysis of events… how far do you go back?

What were the contingent factors that brought this business about? how important are the hay meadows of my youth? The wild wood adventures in Martyn’s childhood? And where does the story finish? What does the next 7 years look like?

Are there monsters and fairies?! (I know some of you are wondering this!)

Some of you will have heard this before, but for others it will be new. Indulge me. Gather round. It’s wintertime. Look out for next series of blog posts to discover more of our story…

-Harriet x