Kerusten

Today we awoke at the end of the world.

At least this is what the Romans used to call Brittany because of its distance and remoteness. Of course distances are felt different nowadays, but still we can sense the meaning of that phrase.

For almost one month we will call an old stone house with blue windows, ancient wooden beams, a bat, some cats and a chimney which is large enough to roast a very big animal our home. This house is part of the farm Kerusten, which was transformed into a beautiful labyrinthine garden of ancient rose bushes, rhododendron, rare trees and about a million of other plants by Noelle and Philippe Morinière.

It feels like living on a blooming island surrounded by soft waves made of green hills. It’s quite here. Yes it is. But we won’t be quite anymore and tell and show you more about our life at Kerusten soon.