This is the kind of place that leaves you thinking about it long after you’ve left.

As you make your way down the long gravel driveway, you’ll be immediately swept up by its charm. The main house has an English country cottage feel to it, with its blue shutters and half-cranked windows. As you walked around back, under the wooden trellis and through the patio, you’ll pass by brilliantly colored flowers and iron bistro tables. A bright blue door leads you down into the tasting room, complete with a standing bar and bottles of mead.

There’s a quietness to Half Moon Hill that only comes with true, country living. Yet even with this palpable tranquility, the farm feels so full of life. Their dog Zigzag bounds around the yard, an energetic border collie with two different colored eyes. He’ll drop a bone at your feet and crouch into position, waiting patiently for you to play fetch.

The first thing I heard when I pulled up to Half Moon Hill was the gentle cry of a lamb. I glanced across the yard and sure enough, I could spot the fluffy white and brown backs of what looked to be about 40 or 50 sheep grazing slowly through the field. When I approached the fence, I got a few curious friends to greet me. They stood still, eyeing up my camera and eventually getting bored enough to resume their afternoon lunch.

Next door to the sheep were four geese and a handful of chickens, all nervously keeping their distance when I came too close.

Half Moon Hill is open Fridays and Saturdays from 1 pm to 7 pm, May through December. January through April is by appointment only.

I can’t wait to return here again this summer to try some more tastings and enjoy the picturesque landscape.

Thank you Gerrid and Sadie for the wonderful visit!