Those who have visited our home know the view.

The bedrooms are linked by a wide balcony with arches. When you wake and step outside, your gaze falls straight into the Bovina Valley. Observation teaches that this valley is a birthplace of mist and small drifting clouds. Animal sounds climb the hillside toward us, joined by the distant echo of the railway bridge. Like a monument, a poplar stands at the heart of the panorama. Slowly shaped by the turning of the seasons, the tree changes costume and scenery. A comforting beacon, greeting you first each morning.