Tea-Maker Guest House Competition

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There’s a palpable stillness; a gentle breeze wicks away the moisture percolating on your skin, carrying with it the quiet scents of damp soil and fallen pine needles. A releasing of tension coincides with a quenching breath. There’s no rush, no pressing matters tugging on your attention. Instead, a visceral connection to the earth. Slow moments of interacting with nature; tall grasses brush along your lower thighs as you stretch your legs amongst the fields of black currant and nettle leaves. The solidity under your feet is impressive, noticeable, almost commanding as you meander through the old growth forest. Peaking around the flaking birch trees, that mystify the horizon, pristine masses come into view. The glowing of campfires throw flickering light onto the textured walls that surround them. You approach a collection of out-buildings, stumbling upon multiple entrances to this village-like conglomeration. A tight corridor entices you with a dark amber glow and a soft mumbling of conversations. You draw closer. Your view opens up to a curated courtyard; a handful of occupied chairs surround a fire, steam rises out of the mugs being held near glowing faces. Drying herbs hang on the wood trusses that frame openings of the surrounding forest, where you have just leisurely spent the day. Your senses are brimming. Back to the calmness of the rustling branches. A light mist begins tapping on the broad leaves.

Interstitial Village


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