02 · Destination
A light in the forest.
There is something about a shop that glows when the rest of the landscape has almost gone dark.
Karolina Kallentoft came to the farm, read from the new book and spoke about Ormaryd, writing and the beings moving through the forests around us.
Contents
Read it like a magazine: cover to cover, or browse until something catches your eye.
Within a few hundred metres, a small world gathers: cheeses with names like characters from a novel, a farm shop glowing in the forest, sheep and goats behind the fence, coffee in the yard and the scent of milk, timber, fire and summer.
Author evening with Karolina Kallentoft, book signing, forest folklore and a pre-release in Ormaryd.
A feature-style encounter with the cheese that made people find their way to Margaretelund.
An unmanned farm shop, a hundred lights and around forty local producers.

The story of how cheese in the home kitchen became a farm, a shop, a dairy and a destination in the forest.
The documentary feature from inside the dairy.
Game from the forests, apple must from Vättern’s slopes and milk from the highlands.
How to get here, unlock the shop, shop on your own and meet the animals behind the fence.
A personal summer feature about Ryssby ice cream, handmade gluten-free cones and a courtyard still becoming itself.
Goats, Gute sheep and Jerry the bottle-fed ram – residents who make the place truly alive.

Eldost in bread, Greta with greens, blue cheese with honey, tonic tasting and ice cream in the sun.
Many people come to Margaretelund for the first time for one simple reason: they have heard about the cheese.
Not about everything around it. Not the goats, the colours, the ice-cream kiosk, the fire or the unmanned farm shop glowing in the winter dark. They come for the seared crust. For the idea that a cheese can be the main character of an excursion.
And then the curious thing happens: the cheese is not the endpoint. It becomes the doorway in.
A cast of cheeses
At Margaretelund, the cheeses are given names, faces and temperaments. Greta is bright and salty, Svarta Malin dark and adventurous, Farbror Blå slow and alive. Here cheese is not just something to cut and serve – it is something to get to know.




02 · Destination
There is something about a shop that glows when the rest of the landscape has almost gone dark.
Margaretelund has not been built as a stage set. It has grown out of work, timber, cold, colour and persistence.
The approach, the pale wooden façade, the bicycle against the wall, the posters against the snow — all say the same thing: someone has made choices here. Not a template. Not a ready-made farm-shop aesthetic. A world of its own.
That is why the place belongs more naturally in a magazine than on a traditional website. You should be able to browse. Pause. Look again.
Behind the cheeses stand Emelie and Alexander, early milk runs and a warm, humid room where fingertip judgement guides every decision.
A cheesemaking day often begins before the farm has fully woken. The milk tank is hitched to the trailer, the vat is filled, and the hours in the dairy begin: acidification, cutting, forming, salting, washing, piercing and waiting.
Here, following a recipe is not enough. Half a degree, a few minutes or the feel of the curd can change the result weeks, months or years later. That is why every cheese from Margaretelund carries the trace of the hands that made it.
This is not beige rural nostalgia. It is red, yellow, orange, turquoise, deep green and gold.
There is a warmth here that is not typical Swedish farm-shop style. More hand-painted poster, more Frida Kahlo at the edge of the spruce forest, more cigar box and summer heat than linen apron and discreet sign.
The colours change the mood. You come in for cheese and stay among red shelves, turquoise crates, yellow details and small things you did not know you were looking for.
Behind the shop the pasture begins: goats, Gute sheep and a bottle-fed ram who seems to believe visitors are his real flock.
The animals at Margaretelund are not decoration. They keep the land open, give the place its living edge and remind you that a farm is always more than façade, range and opening hours.
The goats are called Britt-Marie, Isabella, Thunder and Getrud. The Gute sheep are black and horned. And Jerry, the bottle-fed ram, still has a very personal idea of what a flock is.
Mould, bubbles, chilli and time. Margaretelund should feel like a place where flavours are allowed to develop.
On the shelves you also find the things that bubble, sting and wake a meal up: kombucha, chilli, fermented vegetables, honey, marmalades, tonic and bottles that make a simple dinner less predictable.
07 · Evenings
Fire, lights, people lingering and a place that becomes most itself as darkness falls.
Photo essay
A red chair in the forest. Some spruce. Two jars. It looks as if someone has just left — or will soon return with coffee.
In North Småland, terroir is quieter than in Tuscany, but no less distinct.
Within forty kilometres, growing zones one to five meet: apples by Vättern, milk from the highlands, game from the forests and stony fields shaped by generations of hands.
In the farm shop, the landscape becomes shelf metres. Around forty producers, carefully chosen, let visitors take a piece of Småland home.
On 18 June, a hatch opens in the dairy wall – and Margaretelund gains a new summer voice.
As planters are carried out and tables wiped before opening day, a small summer secret takes shape behind the shop: Ryssby ice cream in a cup or handmade gluten-free cone, coffee in the sun and sheep and goats by the fence.
This is not a recipe archive, but a few ways of taking Margaretelund home.
A good farm shop does not make food more complicated. It makes it more considered. Eldost, Greta, blue cheese, honey, tonic and ice cream become small servings where the place still remains on the table.
Travel facts
Margaretelund is at Margaretelund 1, between Eksjö and Nässjö, close to road 40 and about two kilometres north of Ormaryd station.