Earth Walker & Co

The Sunday sun leans over Lawrence Hargrave Drive and finds our little shop already awake. The door opens with a soft brass bell a sound borrowed from old story houses and the day begins.

Inside, the room is split like a well-kept secret.

To the left waits The Wardrobe, the elegant world of morning ritual.
Here the espresso machine sighs beneath dressed glassware, and the first cups of St Ali coffee warm hands still cool from the sea. The Wardrobe feeds the daylight dream — locals leaning on the counter, travellers noticing small beautiful details. Coffee lives here, because coffee is ceremony too.

On the right lives The Farmhouse honest, weathered, scented with smoke and butter.
Jackets of sweet potato wait in the warmer, frozen meals rest like dependable neighbours, and passata the colour of bottled summers lines the shelves. By day the Farmhouse is practical and kind milk buns wrapped for the train worker, falafel passed to the beach, brisket pulled soft as Sunday stories. This side is imaginative and refined: smoothies tall as carnival towers, Alice-style cakes baked until sold out, jars of citrus syrup glowing like costume jewels. It is wholesome, a little rugged, entirely real, a place where sand on your shoes feels welcome.

On Saturday, Sunday and Monday nights the Farmhouse delivers Dinner’s to go. Corn cobs sing in their long husks, chicken skins crisp like campfire letters, and local honey drips onto blistered cauliflower. People gather close, cheeks warmed, voices lowered without being asked. Fire reminds everyone of something older than themselves, that food is ceremony, not just fuel.

Earth Walker is all of these things at once pantry, café, fire kitchen, elegant crossing but mostly it is a journey between practical and magical, between Farmhouse life and Wardrobe wonder.

We cook. You gather.