Our story
About The Woodmont Farm

The Woodmont Farm began the way most small farms do — with more fencing than plan. What started as pasture for a handful of horses grew into a barn full of them, and then into a place neighbours asked to borrow for the days they wanted to remember.
We are still a working horse farm first. The horses are fed before the flowers are set, the stalls are mucked whether or not there is a party, and the fields are managed for grazing rather than for photographs. That order of things is exactly why the farm photographs the way it does.
Guests find an old carriage by the gate, wide pasture on both sides of the drive, and a barn aisle wide enough for long tables. Children find brushes, buckets, and a horse patient enough to be groomed twice. Everyone leaves a little slower than they arrived.
We keep the farm honest — hay in the loft, horses in the field — and let the day happen around it.
If you are thinking about a wedding, a gathering, or simply an hour with the horses, we would be glad to show you around.


