Rolling hills of Cappoquin
The farm is a living thing, shifting with the seasons. Tillage fields stretch towards the horizon, apple trees heavy with fruit, and sheep roam the mountains like they always have.
Picking apples, hands sticky, laughter between the branches
Rolling hills of Cappoquin
two generations
step into the wild
Looking ahead, the focus is on soil, roots and renewal. A place that feeds both people and the land, where locals can buy straight from the farm and visitors from across Europe can...
