Four categories. No two alike. Each chosen for the hour you intend to spend in it.
Tucked among the cypress on the lower lawn. A quiet starting point. Hand-plastered walls, a soaking tub by the window, and a private patio set behind a hedge of sea rosemary.
Floor-to-ceiling glass opens to the cliffs and the long sweep of the coast. The bed is set high so the ocean is the first thing you see in the morning, and the last thing at night.
A standalone villa set back in the trees, with its own gated lane and a heated plunge pool surrounded by old cypress. Best for slow weeks and slow conversations.
Our master residence, perched alone on the southern headland with 270° of ocean. Two bedrooms, a stone fireplace tall enough to stand in, and a cedar tub set into the deck.
Brought to your door each morning, with the day's weather and the kitchen's mood.
Laid in your room by nightfall, with cedar and a small carafe of port.
Eight hundred well-chosen books, a chess board, and a fire that's always lit.
A private cliff trail to McWay Cove, accessible only from the property.