“The moment I open the garden fence, I smell the scent of damp wood. The hinge makes a grating sound. It doesn’t matter, iron rusts quickly in a climate like this. The last glow – I can hardly see the cottage in the twilight. It’s been a while, but it seems still the same. The coarse concrete reminds me of the old days. Now I’m opening the door. It’s dark, but I know exactly how I left it. The small floor tiles need some scrubbing – the garden is as much inside as it is outside. That’s for tomorrow. The little light that passes through the small openings somehow gives rhythm to my steps. Almost. I put down the groceries on the kitchen table as I continue to dance. It’s started raining. Very well. Around the corner, I step into the dome. For a second, I feel lost. And then found again.”
After a busy week, there's nothing like a weekend cabin; this little house offers everything, but no extra's. It is characteristic in both design and materials.