
Preparing the ground
Two years of deep ripping, picking up rocks, soil tests and more spreadsheets than we’d like to admit. Then, in 2020, 400 French oaks went in, each inoculated with black truffle spores.
Truffles
French black truffles, grown under 400 oaks and found by dog. In season from June to August.
“When you say truffles you mean those brown blobs that look a bit like poo but people pay loads of money for?”
How it started
Is it a mushroom? Why are they so expensive? Do they grow on trees? We were as naive as anyone when we started.
An agronomist had said nothing would grow on the farm because the soil was “shit”. So, like the millennials we are, we googled “what grows in shit soil?” Truffles came back as the answer.
You plant something, then wait four years to find out whether it’s worked. In an increasingly safe and sanitised world, we loved the romance of that.
The long game

Two years of deep ripping, picking up rocks, soil tests and more spreadsheets than we’d like to admit. Then, in 2020, 400 French oaks went in, each inoculated with black truffle spores.

Mowing, pruning and Snailgate. Twice. Every tree survived except one, courtesy of Simon, a spirited rescue horse who mistook our truffière for a playground. We had a spare.

In 2025 we unearthed our very first truffles. Little nuggets of black gold, and a moment that made every challenge worth it.
The truffle sniffing squadron
Even after four years, you only think you have truffles. You need a dog to check if it’s worked. As if the reward couldn’t get any better.
Whether it’s hunting alongside Gravy, tasting truffles fresh from the earth or following our journey from afar, we can’t wait to share it with you.