Once upon a time, in a quiet corner of Bristol, Amy finally got her hands on an allotment, she lovingly named Hen’s Tooth, a rare and cherished thing.

Among the rows of spuds and wildflowers, she found the joy of slow days, muddy hands, and small, meaningful making.

What began as a tiny patch of calm in the bustle of the city has since grown into Hen’s Tooth shop – a cosy place for simple treasures, curated with care and inspired by nature’s unhurried beauty.