
Threaded, spiced, ready.
Rainbow chicken skewers, sticky Chinese-glaze skewers, and lamb koftas — built at the counter this morning. Take home, high heat, six minutes.
Shop this →From the byre to the block to your kitchen — a small Welsh farm shop, run by the family that raises the meat.
We know every animal by name, every cut by hand, and most of the folk who come through the door. We would not know how to do it any other way.
Slow-grown on Pembrokeshire pasture. Native and rare breeds, chosen for flavour, not yield.
Butchered on the counter you can see through the window. No cling film, no polystyrene, no middle-man.
Wrapped in paper, tied with string, and — if we know you — usually a chat about how you'll cook it.

The skewers are threaded here. The koftas are rolled here. The bacon is dry-cured in a small back room and hung for a week before it makes it to the window. It is a slow way to work, and that is entirely the point.

Rainbow chicken skewers, sticky Chinese-glaze skewers, and lamb koftas — built at the counter this morning. Take home, high heat, six minutes.
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Home-cooked in the back kitchen. Cottage pie, spaghetti bolognese, hunter's chicken, faggots and mash. Meal deal — £6 each or two for ten.
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Delivered fresh each morning by Farm Cottage Bakery. Sourdough, wholemeal, seeded cob, and a proper white cottage loaf.
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A small painted farm shop at the end of the lane, with the counter right there in the window. Weights are written on brown-paper labels, the till is older than most of the customers, and the kettle is always on.
Or take a look at what's on the block from where you are. The whole counter, wrapped and ready, delivered by the family that raised it.