The wild blue thistle and eucalyptus stayed vibrant and fragrant on our timber door well past Twelfth Night. You could instantly tell the foliage was gathered from our own hedgerows.

Clare M., Noss Mayo

Spending three unhurried hours at the trestle table with hot tea and fresh moss completely demystified wreath making. There was zero pressure, just patient guidance and stunning textures.

Sarah & David, Newton Ferrers

Hand-delivered down to the water’s edge with damp moss beneath the velvet tie. It arrived fresh and smelling of sea air, exactly what seasonal botanical craft ought to be.

Julian P., Yealm Estuary

A wreath that carried the wild scent of tide and damp woodland through the darkest winter weeks.

Words from a riverside cottage on the estuary following our early December wreath drop.

Gather with us this winter

Spaces around our workshop table remain limited to preserve our unhurried pace. Order a finished wreath or reserve your seat beside the clippers.