Hello, friends,

My name is Wren Farthing, and my story begins among the cobblestone streets and old stone walls of York, England.

When I was a small boy, my mother would occasionally press a single farthing into my palm to spend at the sweet shop. It wasn't much of a fortune, but to me, it felt like one.

I still remember gazing at the rows of jars and brightly wrapped treasures, wondering how on earth I was supposed to choose.

That little feeling of excitement has stayed with me ever since.

And so, all these years later, I thought I might open a sweet shop of my own — filled with British favourites, curious treats, and a little of that childhood magic.

In just a few weeks, the doors of Farthing & Co. will open.

In the meantime, why not help yourself to some of my sweets below.