Time is a strange thing. It branches out behind you as you lean into the next moment. Plans made often become no more than a direction as the great unknown greets us in every incremental step. Ten years can feel like ten months with a head full of plans and one day can feel like a lifetime when you let go of them all…

We hope everyone has weathered the recent storms and December has greeted you all in good spirits! Speaking of spirits we have recently launched our Wooden Wine Charm sets. They make a great stocking filler for any wine lovers or anyone who likes to throw a dinner party…

Sometimes I stay true to nature and recreate a certain flower or plant but recently Ive been diving into the wondrous unknown and exploring what strange and exotic flowers and plants can be discovered when I break free from what is real and follow my instincts…

Home had appeared one day beyond the mangrove, far away from the cold hills and valleys of Derbyshire where I first learned to grow my roots of place. Struck by the soul of a kind new friend and forged by distant hearts, on that day home had become a place not to leave but to carry…

As summer closes out once more and the light begins to shift to autumn hues readying the suns low winter arc, a full moon approaches ushering in yet another celestial cycle. An incremental nudge towards the completion of a strange and unprecedented year for the whole planet…

Everything that leaves the workshop is handmade from old reclaimed, recycled materials and is always one of a kind but this project was even more special than usual…

Two figures huddled together and looked up into the vast autumn night’s sky, illuminated by the glow of an old Oak tree standing firm in the dusky calm. Tucked away, deep within the crags and folds of bark there glimmered a knowing smile…

It has been a busy first couple of months here at Made on a Hill. We were bowled over by the amount of support and encouragement for our new little business after our Christmas launch…

There is a single point somewhere towards the end of the summer, before the winds switch direction, before the leaves curl and begin to flash their autumn fire.  A moment so brief that you may just miss it.  It is the last throes of summer and it has a habit of sneaking off unannounced. Here one moment and gone the next…