Landscape portraits: Slowing the heart rate right down at Fat Pig Farm. Cygnet, Tasmania.

Finally. Not only our sentiment because of the break for school holidays had arrived, but this very morning, we were feeling excited for an adventure a long time in the making: a visit to Fat Pig Farm.

We first discovered Fat Pig Farm through the Gourmet Farmer, an SBS series that follows Matthew Evans’ metamorphosis from chef and Sydney food critic to sustainable Tassie farmer, farm to table restaurant owner, Salamanca Market stall holder, whilst falling in love and becoming a father along the way.

Today’s visit included a tour of the farm to meet the animals, which included goats, chickens, insects, and of course the pigs, and understand more from Fat Pig Farm’s passionate, resident gardener, Nadia about exactly what happens in the eco system of a vegetable garden, including practical tips to take home with us to our own garden.

An easy 45 minutes drive out of Hobart, we arrived after a beautiful drive through Huon Valley and along the river in the car park on the hill, and was welcomed by the lovely Jo, who pointed down towards the main building and restaurant, where the farm host Feasts and cooking classes throughout the year: “Please head on down for freshly baked scones and homemade jam and whipped cream, and a glass of Elderflower cordial”. She didn’t have to ask twice.

Over the next two hours we explored the land around the farm; from discovering the original apple trees, to feeding the pigs, spotting the goats and chickens, and finishing off with a practical introductory class to sustainable garden management , Nadia, whose love for our Earth was something everyone from young to old felt in bucket loads. We were all keen to help do a little insect research before the outdoor class ended, and everyone spied all sorts in the gardens, making notes and passing on the data before it was time to head back up to the main buildings. Through gates and over little bridges we went, welcomed in by the scents from the beautiful, home made lentil and minestrone soup and freshly baked bread, which we enjoyed on long-tables decorated with wild flowers over conversations with new friends, as we looked back out over the hills of the farm, and onto the mountains in the far distance.

It was a day of contentment, education, time spent with good people over good food and frankly, not only couldn’t I recommend it more, I can’t wait to go back for another experience. The Feast next time, I think.

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