03/05/2026
Paul is the quiet (or often loud) engine behind everything at Garden House, the kind of farmer whose fingerprints are on every corner of the land.
Each year, he grows 2,000 pumpkins, sold in the shop or used to make pumpkin soup or toasted sandwiches in the cafe. But pumpkins are just the beginning. Paul grows almost everything you see, and plenty you don’t. He moves between rows, soil, ovens, and workbenches with the same steady rhythm. One moment he’s propagating seedlings with the care of a watchmaker, the next he’s pulling trays of warm scones from the oven.
He built much of this place with his own hands, and when something doesn’t exist yet, he makes it. Chopping boards, tables, berry sheds, car parks, our new covered sitting area, you name it.
But no matter how full the day is, Paul always finds time to stop. If you come for coffee, chances are he’ll wander over, hands still dusty from the garden, to ask how you are, where you’ve come from or what you’ve been up to. Not out of obligation, but genuine curiosity. The kind that makes you feel, even briefly, like you belong here too.
He is, in every sense, the father of the operation. Not just in title, but in the constant role of holding it all together.
On the rare day he steps away, you might find him out on the water, chasing a different kind of stillness. Though truthfully, those days are few.
Because Paul doesn’t just run the farm. He is the farm. We love you Poppa Paul x
