The six of us, and the farm in between.
We're Elizabeth and Matthew Lodge, and along with our four young-adult children we live and work the forty-three acres that make up Home Farm. The kids grew up here — barefoot summers, muddy winters, the kind of long unsupervised afternoons that are getting harder to come by.
The farm is honestly run. We tend the food forest, look after the bees and chickens, keep the cottages ready, and meet most guests at the gate ourselves. If something needs fixing while you're here, one of us will turn up with a smile and a toolbox.
What we offer isn't polished. It's lived in. And we think that's the point.
— Elizabeth & Matthew
The bones of this place were laid by Rex and Helen.
Before us, there were the Bexleys. Rex and Helen developed Home Farm over decades — planting the rhododendrons, building the gardens you walk through now, putting the bones of the place in. The big trees were their idea. So was the long, slow driveway.
We didn't start this. We're carrying it forward. Every time we mulch a bed or prune back a hedge we're working inside choices Rex and Helen made years before we arrived, and we feel that lineage every day.
If a corner of the garden makes you stop and breathe out — that's likely Helen's hand. We're just the current caretakers.
