Dreams are what keep us going.
For years I've gazed out the window and wished for a place on the coast, and forever had it move quietly out of reach as kids, school fees, surf movies and a dear wife who loves the city keep me dreaming on.
Then you see things like this and wish it was yours, parked on a windswept corner of the earth gazing out over a storm wracked ocean, a coastline of nooks and crannies with hidden gems begging for footprints on untracked beaches.
Of rain on the roof and a cracking fire.
One day. I'd even let them bury me nearby at the end of it all.
Who designed it?
Find out here.