There’s a giant swede grinning at you, along the state highway headed south from Queenstown - just out of Winton. That’s Wilson’s Vege Stall, and if you’re even halfway curious about what Southland tastes like, you’ll want to pull over.
There’s nothing flashy here – no slick marketing, no over-promises – just veges pulled from the earth, honey from down the road, and milk that probably came from a cow you’ve just driven past. It’s simple, honest, and better for it.
The Wilson family has been part of Southland’s landscape since 1908, long before anyone thought to put kohlrabi in a salad. David Wilson grew up here, working the paddocks alongside his dad, Ken. When subsidies disappeared in the ‘80s, they pivoted, turning a little roadside swede stand into something bigger.
Now, David and Kathy grow everything from candy-striped beetroot to fennel, working with the land to keep their soil healthy and their veges tasting like something you’d pull out of your own backyard.
Inside the stall, it’s all about the produce. You’ve got golden beetroot that roasts into something almost sweet, leeks you’d actually get excited about cooking, and swedes so good they’ve stayed part of the story since day one. The Wilsons also stock local milk, bread, and pickles, rounding it out with the kind of food that reminds you why local is better.
But it’s not just the veges that make this place what it is. Long-time stallkeepers Louanne Roxburgh and Sue Frisby know the regulars and always have advice for the newcomers. Kathy might even hand you a chunk of raw kohlrabi to try, just to prove how good it is.
This isn’t farming dressed up for Instagram. The Wilsons are practical. They rotate crops, avoid sprays unless absolutely necessary, and let sheep and cows deal with any waste. It’s not complicated, but it works.
“People say you can’t grow veges this far south,” David says. “They’re wrong. The longer they grow, the better they taste.”
So, if you’re passing through, do yourself a favour: stop at Wilson’s Vege Stall. It’s Southland on a plate – simple, local, and couldn’t be fresher.
