I’ve been carrying this dream for most of my life.
Not always with a name, not always with a plan — but the same shape of it. A place where the people growing, making, and healing in this corner of the world could come together. Where what we know how to do with our hands is shared, taught, traded, and remembered.
I grew up around the land. I’ve spent a long time working with people — through therapy, through food, through different ways of healing — and one thing has stayed with me. So many of us have lost the thread of what we love, what we can do, who we are underneath everything we’ve been told we should be. The lack of fulfilment runs deep. The “not enough” runs deeper.
So I wanted to make something different. A small, beautiful invitation. A place to remember that we are all powerful creators, that we each carry unique skills, that any form of practical engagement — making bread, sowing seeds, spinning wool, working with herbs — reinforces memory and stirs the senses, and brings back that quiet feeling of fulfilment, reward, and joy.
The first gathering was held on the longest day of the year — Sunday 21 June, at The Beverley Barn, a converted dairy barn run by my daughter, in the middle of East Yorkshire fields. Local growers, makers and healers. Real food, live music, an ice cream van for the little ones. We weren’t sure what would come of it. What came was something tender and true — a full barn, and one question asked over and over: when’s the next one?
Now we gather every month. Vendors here don’t just sell — they support, teach, recommend and enlighten. Ask to be shown a skill. Have a go. Try weaving, taste something you’ve never tasted, sit in the quiet corner with a drink and a friend.
For the people, by the people. From field to hearth, by many hands.
Let’s paint our own unique pathway to the future. I’d love you to be part of it.
— Karina 🌾