SD-SN | Wyken Vineyards & The Leaping Hare

Yesterday (on his mum’s recommendation) G and I took a trip to Wyken Vineyards near Bury St Edmunds. Wyken is a 1200-acre farm and estate including the seven-acre vineyard which produces award-winning wines, including English Wine of the Year. We went along to try out their restaurant, the Leaping Hare, but before we sat down fr cake we couldn’t resist taking the short walk through the meadow and ancient forest to the vineyards themselves to take a look.

SDSN3 - Wyken Vineyards
On the drive there I’d been excited to take my actual camera out for a trip; I used to carry it everywhere with me, but since getting a phone with a half-decent camera I’ve deemed my dSLR bulky and cumbersome. As a result, I’ve realised lately that too many of the photographs on my blog are just copied straight over from my Instagram, and I miss taking out a proper camera and being rewarded for the effort.

And then, typically, as I photographed G with my backpack in the woodland, my battery ran out – and with it much of my motivation for anything at all.

I’ve had to work all my life to not let tiny things ruin my day; I find it incredibly difficult to shrug things off, say “oh well” and carry on. This felt like a kind of test because I’d been so pleased to finally be using my camera again, and the fault was entirely my own. I could feel myself getting more and more stressed, despite my complete awareness that this really didn’t matter at all in the grand scheme of things, and realised that if I made the effort I was still in a place where I could actually control it.

So I sighed, and we continued our walk through the stunning woodlands, and I got my phone out: it’s served me well up until now, after all.

After our walk to and around the vines, complete with out-loud daydreaming of our own vineyard in Provence, we headed back through the woods, meadow and to the Leaping Hare, where we indulged in sparkling elderflower cordial and enormous slices of carrot cake. It was warm enough to sit outside, so we watched a tiny pair of late lambs leaping and playing together in the meadow.

The estate is age-old; according to the website the land was occupied by the ancient Romans and is recorded in the Domesday Book of 1086. There’s a traditional farmers’ market every Saturday morning, and beautiful formal gardens adjoining the manor house which itself dates back to the Elizabethan era. Unfortunately the gardens aren’t open on Saturdays so we didn’t get to – but that just gives us an excuse to go back sooner rather than later!




  1. 10/07/2016 / 8:15 pm

    I always used to hold to the maxim that the words ‘English’and ‘Wine’ should never be used in the same sentence. I understand that the white wines are much improved, but as a red wine drinker, I remain to be convinced by an English Red. In fact, I don’t even know if there is such a thing.
    It looks like you had a lovely time.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    • Lucy Furneaux
      13/07/2016 / 7:33 pm

      I’m not sure either – I don’t think I’ve ever tried an English wine! But perhaps I’ll give one of these a go at some point… It was lovely to just walk around; I’ve not been to a vineyard since we went on holiday to Provence maybe eleven years ago and the people who owned the apartment we stayed in also owned one. We were allowed to explore and try the grapes – I’ll never forget eating one for the first time and being confused to as to why it had seeds in it!

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