The Smiljan Radíc-designed pavilion at the gallery Hauser & Wirth Somerset, in Bruton

Somerset Is a Perfect Long Weekend Getaway From London — With Farm-to-table Food, Boutique Hotels, and Chic Shops

Somerset, a bucolic county just three hours from London, is forging a new creative and culinary identity.

“We’re trying to create a taste of a specific place,” explained Tom Calver, the cheese maker at Westcombe Dairy. That place is the county of Somerset, where a patchwork of green pastures is stitched together by hedgerows thick with cow parsley and wildflowers. Ivy swallows up telephone poles, and herds of Friesian and Ayrshire dairy cows roam the hills as morning mists pool in valleys.

Three hours west of London by car, Somerset has recently become a bohemia for former city dwellers who have moved to towns like Bruton and Frome on the region’s eastern fringes. This bountiful land was already recognized for its cheddar and West Country cider, and now a new young wave is building on that legacy with independent shops, boutique hotels, and restaurants with a hyperlocal ethos.

A smiling man in a blue t-shirt with a large wheel of cheese on his shoulder
Tom Calver, cheesemonger at Westcombe Dairy, in Somerset.

Matt Austin/Courtesy of Westcombe Dairy

Calver showed me around his cheese cellar, which is carved into a cool hillside. Wooden shelves were stacked with around 5,000 rounds of cheddar; a robot nicknamed Tina the Turner busily flipped the boulder-like behemoths. In recent years, the Westcombe team has adopted an increasingly regenerative approach on its farm, having planted a complex seed mixture of grasses, legumes, and herbs. “We’re concentrating on the microbial diversity of the soil,” Calver said, explaining how what the cows eat “is reflected in the quality of the cheese, especially if you’re not pasteurizing it.”

I tried a slice of the traditional cloth-bound Somerset cheddar: it tasted nutty, caramel-sweet, and slightly wild.

Beyond a chipped white barn door was the Dairy Shop, full of Westcombe’s charcuterie and wheels of beech-smoked cheddar. I tried a slice of the traditional cloth-bound Somerset cheddar: it tasted nutty, caramel-sweet, and slightly wild.

This holistic approach to the land is shared by the Newt in Somerset, a hotel on a 1,000-acre working estate that is deeply rooted in its Somerset heritage. The gardens and ancient woodlands are centered around the 17th-century Hadspen House, where the Newt opened its first hotel rooms, but new accommodations opened on the property in June 2021. On an electric buggy, I zoomed through acres of young orchards beneath a bruised blue sky to stay at the Farmyard, which had once been a cluster of dairy-farm buildings.

Two photos from Somerset, England, including a woman standing on cobblestoned street, and a fish dish at a restaurant
From left: Catherine Hill, a cobblestoned street in the town of Frome, Somerset; fish with lemon and herbs at the Farmyard restaurant at the Newt.

From left: Robin Bush/Getty Images; Courtesy of The Farmyard at the Newt

One of them has been turned into the Farmyard Kitchen, a cavernous expanse of glass, wood, and stone. I darted in for dinner as rain pummeled the surrounding hillsides and cows sheltered beneath twisting oaks. A series of stunning tapas-style plates emerged from an open kitchen; their ingredients came largely from the Newt’s gardens. 

“The food here is driven by the land,” the estate’s head chef, Alan Stewart, told me the following morning as we strolled through the produce garden. Neat rows of climbing French beans, brassicas, and summer squash sprouted between brick-lined ponds that harbored great crested newts. “I try to encourage the chefs to come into the garden at least once a day,” Stewart added. “It’s very much about cooking straight from the ground.”

Ceramicist Fi Underhill throwing a pot at Ground, her studio and shop in Frome
Ceramicist Fi Underhill throwing a pot at Ground, her studio and shop in Frome.

Naomi Wood

Head cidermaker Paul Ross is also helping establish the Newt as of one England’s pioneering cider producers. On a tour of the press and cellar, which has towering stainless-steel fermentation tanks, I learned that the estate grows 70 apple varieties, most of which are native to Somerset. One of them, the Dabinett, is used to make an oak-barrel-aged, single-varietal tipple that represents a robust departure from the usual blended styles. The Winston Sparkling Cyder was also revelatory — a dry, champagne-style cider with hints of crisp green apple — while the Fine Cyder was light, aromatic, and winelike. 

A church bell rang as I strolled past stone cottages crawling with roses and field gates cloaked in thick brambles.

Next, I visited the honey-hued market town of Frome. Within its compact medieval center is steep and cobblestoned Catherine Hill, a street flanked with shops selling rustic blooms, handmade women’s wear, and Somerset sourdough. I slipped inside Ground, a ceramics studio and shop owned by artist Fi Underhill. Behind the cheery yellow façade, its window packed with dried tansies and joyful helichrysums, shelves displayed speckled gray mugs, pink pour-over sets, and cream-colored bowls. A long table was lined with sleek white plates, still dusty from last night’s glazing.

Photo of a woman walking through a shop, with pink, black, and white clothing on display
Caro, in Bruton, carries fashion and home décor by local makers.

Courtesy of Caro

Bruton, Frome’s swankier cousin to the south, became a cultural powerhouse when Hauser & Wirth opened a gallery on Durslade Farm in 2014. Bruton’s high street is small but mighty, with lifestyle shops championing British makers. A highlight is the Scandi-chic Caro, where the goods range from wild-white-sage smudge sticks to the shop’s own line of chocolates, infused with pine, juniper, and other flavors of the countryside.

Across the street is Number One Bruton, a boutique hotel that opened four new rooms in a medieval forge in May 2021. Mine was a summery stunner with exposed beams, pink-striped curtains, and patterned lampshades. Owner Claudia Waddams, a Somerset native, called on her network of regional artisans to provide items like handmade goat-milk soap and cheese, milk, honey, and cider for guests to enjoy in their rooms.

Two photos from Number One Bruton hotel in Somerset, England, one showing the courtyard and one showing a guest room
From left: The private courtyard of the Number One Bruton hotel, in Bruton; a guest room at the hotel.

Emma Lewis/Courtesy of Number One Bruton

The hotel’s tiny restaurant, Osip, was awarded a Michelin star in January 2021. “We’re not exclusively vegetarian,” the young chef, Merlin Labron-Johnson, told me. “But the idea is that what’s coming out of the ground defines what we put on the menu.”

Osip’s natural palette of stone and wood evokes the surrounding land, while most of the ingredients of my six-course lunch were sourced from it. Smoky yellow zucchini scrolls were stuffed with citrus and cold, creamy ricotta, while a delicate sheep-milk pudding rested in a refreshing compote of white peach and elderflower. Most of what’s served is grown on Labron-Johnson’s farms, and he ambitiously aims to be self-sufficient with fruits, vegetables, and herbs by the end of 2023. “It’s quite easy to control, because I do actually grow everything myself, and I’m the chef so there’s that kind of synergy,” he added.

Two photos from Somerset in England, one showing a chef in a garden, and one showing a table in a wine bar
From left: Osip restaurant’s chef, Merlin Labron-Johnson, on one of his farms, which sit less than five miles from his kitchen; The Old Pharmacy, a wine bar, bistro, and grocery shop, in Bruton.

From left: Maureen Evans/Courtesy of Osip; Maureen Evans/Courtesy of The Old Pharmacy

Garden-grown fare also supplies his latest endeavor, the Old Pharmacy, which opened in an adjacent space in July 2021. This laid-back grocery, café, and wine bar sells provisions including Osip’s raw honey, as well as small plates like roasted frigatelli peppers with smoked cod roe.

A church bell rang as I strolled past stone cottages crawling with roses and field gates cloaked in thick brambles. I climbed a hill crowned by a lonely limestone dovecote. Cows grazed on the meadow that danced at its feet. Deep in the valley before me was Bruton, the golden town traced by the gentle river Brue. Rising in all directions beyond were pockets of copper beech and bold green hills dolloped like mounds of sweet cream — a view you could almost taste. 

A version of this story first appeared in the December 2022/ January 2023 issue of Travel + Leisure under the headline "Ripe For The Picking."

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