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ABOUT SALT, SOIL & CELLAR

Salt, Soil & Cellar is a slow mood journal of food, wine, and place, shaped by the South West of Western Australia.

It is built from moments rather than recommendations — coastal tables set in shifting light, vineyard rows dissolving into mist, cellars cooled by stone, and meals shared without urgency. We are interested not only in where to eat or drink, but in how a place feels when you arrive, how it unfolds over time, and what stays with you long after you’ve left.

This is not a guidebook, and it is not a list.
It is an archive of atmosphere.

Through photography, writing, and quiet field notes, we document places as they are lived — the textures, the pauses, the small details that rarely make it into reviews but often define the experience.

Salt, Soil & Cellar exists for those who travel intuitively.
For those who follow light instead of schedules, take the long way home, and understand that the most memorable moments are rarely planned.

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I notice the tables before the menu. The weight of the cutlery. The light at the edge of the room. Whether the place invites you to stay. Salt, Soil & Cellar is a journal of moods and details.
I notice the tables before the menu. The weight of the cutlery. The light at the edge of the room. Whether the place invites you to stay. Salt, Soil & Cellar is a journal of moods and details.
Caves Farm Some places feed you. Others slow you down. We came for the farm shop and stayed longer than planned — the kind of place where the pace softens without asking. The venison pies were rich and grounding, deeply savoury, the sort of
Caves Farm Some places feed you. Others slow you down. We came for the farm shop and stayed longer than planned — the kind of place where the pace softens without asking. The venison pies were rich and grounding, deeply savoury, the sort of food that feels built for cool mornings and long drives. The Portuguese tarts were all golden edges and soft centres — sweet, delicate, and gone far too quickly. Inside, the shop is calm and generous. Shelves of local produce, venison cuts laid out with quiet pride, jars and smallgoods that make you rethink what you’re taking home. It feels honest. Unrushed. Considered. Outside, the day opens up. Sun through the trees. Picnic tables waiting. And then — Poppy and Daisy. Highland cows with slow blinks and gentle curiosity, turning a simple stop into a moment you didn’t know you needed. This is not a rush-in, rush-out place. It’s a pause. A breath. A reminder that good food tastes better when time stretches a little. Mood journal When you want: late morning, no plans after Best with: a slow drive, curious kids, someone who likes pies Best for: grounding, grazing, gentle wandering Not for: tight schedules 📍 Margaret River 🖤 Saved in Salt, Soil & Cellar
Come for the wine. Stay for this. @swingsyallingup
Come for the wine. Stay for this. @swingsyallingup
Swings & Roundabouts, Yallingup Busy, but never rushed. Rustic, relaxed, and beautifully balanced. Come for the wine, stay for the food — and let the afternoon drift by. @swingsyallingup
Swings & Roundabouts, Yallingup Busy, but never rushed. Rustic, relaxed, and beautifully balanced. Come for the wine, stay for the food — and let the afternoon drift by. @swingsyallingup
Barrels breathing. Glasses waiting. Words forming.
Barrels breathing. Glasses waiting. Words forming.
This is Salt, Soil & Cellar. A slow journal of food, wine and place, rooted in the South West of Western Australia. This project began as field notes — meals eaten without rush, vineyards walked in the quiet hours, coastlines that ask not
This is Salt, Soil & Cellar. A slow journal of food, wine and place, rooted in the South West of Western Australia. This project began as field notes — meals eaten without rush, vineyards walked in the quiet hours, coastlines that ask nothing of you but time. Not reviews. Not rankings. Not itineraries built for algorithms. Just places worth returning to. And moments best experienced without a schedule. Issue One is in development. You’re early — and that’s exactly how this is meant to be. — Saraphina
best left until the end of the day
best left until the end of the day
Some things are meant to be held. Salt, Soil & Cellar — 2026
Some things are meant to be held. Salt, Soil & Cellar — 2026
This is how the work happens. Between meals. Between places. Salt, Soil & Cellar
This is how the work happens. Between meals. Between places. Salt, Soil & Cellar
Time moves differently here.
I notice the tables before the menu. The weight of the cutlery. The light at the edge of the room. Whether the place invites you to stay. Salt, Soil & Cellar is a journal of moods and details. Caves Farm Some places feed you. Others slow you down. We came for the farm shop and stayed longer than planned — the kind of place where the pace softens without asking. The venison pies were rich and grounding, deeply savoury, the sort of Come for the wine. Stay for this. @swingsyallingup Swings & Roundabouts, Yallingup Busy, but never rushed. Rustic, relaxed, and beautifully balanced. Come for the wine, stay for the food — and let the afternoon drift by. @swingsyallingup Barrels breathing. Glasses waiting. Words forming. This is Salt, Soil & Cellar. A slow journal of food, wine and place, rooted in the South West of Western Australia. This project began as field notes — meals eaten without rush, vineyards walked in the quiet hours, coastlines that ask not best left until the end of the day Some things are meant to be held. Salt, Soil & Cellar — 2026 This is how the work happens. Between meals. Between places. Salt, Soil & Cellar
Time moves differently here.
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