Notes
from the ridge.
Occasional letters — on the land, the people, the slow building of a small place. Sent to those on our list, four times a year.
The valley in long rains.
For three weeks in March the cloud sat low and the fields turned the colour of new paint. A note on what the weather does to the days here.
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A table built from one tree.
The new dining table was milled from a cypress that fell in last year's storm. Joseph, who built it, on why it took six months.
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A small house on stilts.
Why the cabin sits where it does, and what we learned about the wind only after we'd built it.
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Where the food comes from.
A short list of the eight farms within ten kilometres that feed the table — and the woman who drives the route every Tuesday.
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The view, mapped.
From the deck you can see four districts and three weather systems at once. A small drawing of what is out there, and what is named.
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Why we are quiet about it.
A retreat is a small thing. The reason we keep our list short — and the kind of guest the place tends to find.
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No more.
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