ABOUT PICKELTON FARM
Pickelton Farm is a tiny homestead in Galicia, the north of Spain.
The name was found in New-Zealand, because Simon, notoriously bad at remembering names for things, places and people, (he loves to call me by his sister's name still), misremembered a cute little town called Littleton. It is where we first started dreaming about what a rural lifestyle could be like for us. In dutch we don't have a word for homestead, so it immediately became Pickelton Farm. And it stuck. Because it felt like this word could embody everything we dreamt of. We thought of changing it to a more appropriate one. But we couldn't. It belonged to our beginnings. And we felt no need to let it go.
Online. Here. Where you are now. We offer you the things, items, necessities, products, that we found very hard to find when we started this lifestyle. We hope to make your life easier in this way. And for us, we hope to earn to invest back into our land, while we try to live from our land as much as we can.
We start with Comfrey and Compost Worms. They have been unbelievable superheroes in our kitchengarden. So if you are into growing your own stuff. You need those allies too, we know it.
It may grow into more. Who knows. Stay tuned for that.
Superstars for the garden: Comfrey & Compost Worms
Comfrey, with its nutrient-rich leaves, acts as a natural fertilizer, enhancing soil fertility and promoting robust plant growth. Meanwhile, compost worms, particularly red wigglers, engage in vermicomposting, transforming kitchen scraps into nutrient-dense compost. When these two forces unite, the result is a dynamic synergy, yielding a healthier, more resilient garden.
Together, they offer a sustainable approach, reducing the reliance on synthetic fertilizers and cultivating a flourishing ecosystem that reaps the benefits of nature's own design.
OUR STORY
From living a life for others, to living a life well lived..
In 2013 we met. Both wanting (more or less desperately) to leave our hometowns, in search of a life somewhere else. Five years of excuses followed. Until the excuses ran out.
Then we decided, we were going to leave.
And it took us six more years to actually leave.
