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CLAYTON HILLS
Misty hills over the vineyard

CLAYTON
HILLS

Organic, single estate. Wine of England.

A small vineyard on a Sussex farm in Mayfield. We grow the grapes, we make the wine, and only ever our own grapes go in the bottle.

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Forty years on land we know by heart. Twenty two thousand vines on six and a half hectares of organic ground, the river below and the hedgerows full of birdsong. Everything here comes from this one hillside.

Mayfield, East Sussex

THE WINE FOLLOWS THE LAND

We grow grapes and make wine on a small organic farm we have lived on for forty years. Single estate, only ever our own grapes, season by season.

Fine wine is made in the vineyard, not the winery. We pick by hand, work gently, and let each vintage become its own thing, season by season.

October mist over the vines
Through the gate, first light on the rows

WHAT WE DO HERE

Three honest things, in the order they happen. The farming comes first, the wine follows from it.

Harvest grapes

How We Farm

Organic by conviction, not for the label. No shortcuts, no sprays. It makes a hard job harder, and it is the only way we want to do it.

Bottles in the winery

How We Make Wine

Fine wine is made in the vineyard, not the winery. We pick by hand, work gently, and let each vintage become its own thing.

New growth on the vine

Our Wines

Sparkling and still white, and rosé. Crisp, dry, juicy. Small runs, bottle numbered, named for the fields and the river they grew beside.

Wine & Shop

Small runs, bottle numbered, sold while they last

Sparkling · 2022

CLAYTON HILLS BRUT

Bottle fermented, three years on the lees. Crisp and dry.

Still white · 2024

LOWER BROOKS

Pinot Gris from the rows above the river. Juicy and bright.

Rosé · 2024

WEALD ROSÉ

One picking, pressed gently. Dry, pale and easy company.

Bottle illustrations shown while the label photography is finished.

FIELD NOTES

Late May

Flowering

The vines came into flower in the warm spell. A good sign, if the weather holds through June.

April

A late frost

We lit the candles in the bottom field overnight. Some loss, but less than it might have been. The land keeps its own time.

March

Budburst

First green at the tips of the canes. The whole year is ahead of us again, and nothing is promised.

What people say.

The sparkling stood up to anything we pour from Champagne, and our guests love that it is organic and grown twenty miles from the restaurant.
HEAD SOMMELIER · THE WEALDEN ARMS
Evening at the gate

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