The Steven and I are holed up in the most exquisite little house; the top floor is almost entirely window, overlooking a shallow valley and southward down the coast. Horizon, mountain, cliffs and surf are all visible. The lower level is cave-like and cosy bedrooms with an enclosed patio surrounded by cypress.
I've spent hours at the window spinning and watching seabirds cruise the updrafts. A huge herd of deer proinked through the yarn yesterday.
At the moment, it is very stormy and last night I listened to the wind in the trees.