Gasp and more gasps… behold

All on its own ridge, in solitary splendour looms our resort for one week.
Arrived by night on the occasion of the Red Moon no less, heightening the drama.
Lights greeted us and they ringed a lap pool shimmering in the moon light.
Then we were swallowed up by a voluminous kitchen with every conceivable equipment and tools.
A sunken TV corner with a fireplace was waiting to do battle with our Bluesfest delights.
Whoever got the master bedroom would share similar experience with winning the Lotto.
It is as described and more!

But back to Gasp Number One.
The road mutated into a dirt track once it started to climb.
Our car protested, the wheels were spinning off ground, and 5 people’s baggage and food supplies were teetering on edge.
At one point, a tree branch swiped at the windscreen as we negotiated a hairpin. We wondered if we would live to tell the tale.
The car groaned and wound up the dark narrow stretch of gravelled track punctuated by potholes, from recent rain it seemed.
Then a concreted lane swung into view, phew!
Up and up on first gear to the wonderfully furnished house.

In the bright morning light, another gasp, poetic views that make anyone wants to bunker in for the rest of the stay and we said to ourselves, it’s all worth it.
Even the 9.8 minutes rattle up and down the slope became light.

We lived to tell the tale of a road that led to a beautiful destination and fabulous lunches encouraged by a patch of herbs in the middle of a driveway.

It is magical, book it!
But do not arrive in the dark, we caution.