About the Charms & Challenges
Écueillé & Églanterre
On a ragged edge of a very ordinary yet delightful in many ways town called Écueillé lies Églanterre. Weird, wonky, weedy and wonderful patch of earth. Its refusal to behave, the stubborn brambles that guard it, the wild soft pink roses with wicked thorns that tangle into impossible knots... it turns out, we were meant for each other.
"Églantier" means rosehip, "terre" means earth in French... Églanterre, well, do I need to explain?
Under the glorious oak, ideas were born over the years and have taken root, at times taking on the shape of seasoned mischief and, at long last, growing into some kind of maturity. The idea of sharing the place, the knowledge, the vibe, the perfect imperfection, was just a dream at first, in the meantime it has become my mission.
An unpolished, off-grid space for humans to gather, share, laugh and play, whilst coming up with the most brilliant creations, be it art, be it a plant remedy or just to spot a beautiful leaf or hear the woodpecker pecking away ... oh, the endlessness of it all...




