Wildwood began in the Cooley Mountains and fields.
Not with a business plan. She began with noticing.
She noticed how nettle thrived where soil was rich and disturbed.
How hawthorn marked old boundaries long forgotten by maps.
Chapter 1: The Nurturer
The more time outdoors, the more something shifted. Land is not separate from the body.
The seasons are not exclusive to weather. They are all lived experiences, felt in joints, digestion, mood, energy, breath.
The inner landscape mirrors the outer.
And so Wildwood started to take form as a place. A cafe - small, bright, full of ideas.
Bowls of home-grown greens, jars of freshly pressed juices sitting on the counter, herbs hanging in the Attic, smells wafting through the café from pots boiling in the back.
The first Wildwood was soft, warm, and alive in that way early things are - full of potential, full of promise, full of the kind of innocence only a maiden project carries.
Curiosity led the way.
Wildwood grew from this place. Remembering that the land feeds more than hunger.
Food is information. Plants carry story.
Wellbeing is not a product, it's a practice.
She hosted supper club nights where music matched the plates.
Local produce. Global ideas. Hearty laughter. A kitchen with curiosity.
The chapter where everything was fun, grounded, and wide open.
Chapter Two: The Rebel
Then, in 2020, the world went quiet.
Doors closed. Streets emptied.People turned inward, waiting it out.
But stillness was never her way.
She rolled a kitchen into the wind and lit a fire in a yard.
One flame. One stove. One rebel heart.
Rain hissed. Smoke rose. Music hummed.
Hot food cut through the cold like a small act of grace.
While others paused, she pivoted.
People arrived masked and muddy, queuing in wellies, hands wrapped around warm boxes.
It wasn’t polished - it was alive.
Wildwood the Rebel was grit, cheek and survival instinct.
A refusal to give up on joy.
Freedom served from a hatch.
A reminder that fire moves us forward.
Chapter Three: The Return
When the dust finally settled, she realised something profound: these two versions of Wildwood weren't separate stories.
The tenderness of the first Wildwood (the earth, the roots, the nourishment) and the grit of the second (the fire, the instinct, the movement) were two halves of the same circle.
So she sat with the land, the sea, and the sky - and saw the pattern clearly. What she had lived became a full-circle ecosystem.
Eat Real
The physical world.
The grounding.
The nourishment that began it all.
The kitchen made of craft and intention.
Feel Well
The inner world.
The Celtic Realm Method taking shape - it had been whispering to her for years.
Land, Sea, Sky, Fire mapped onto the body, our inner landscape. The tonics, teas, and rituals rising naturally from everything she’d learned in kitchens and fields.
Live Wild
The outer world.
The movement. The trails she’d walked. The cold water. The mountain paths she knew like old friends. The community who lived half their life outdoors and needed a basecamp to return too.
One circle. One rhythm. One Wildwood.
The Nurturer gave the brand its heart.
The Rebel gave it its backbone.
And together they gave birth to a new Wildwood - a place where nourishment, inner balance, and the living landscape meet. Now Wildwood is a living ecosystem rooted in Irish land and shaped for modern life:
A perfect loop.
A Celtic compass.
A way home.
And this - this third chapter - is the Wildwood that will carry you into everything that's coming next.