KEEPER HOUSE

I hadn't planned to wander so far into the woods, but curiosity got the better of me. As I wandered along the forest paths, I spotted something unusual poking through the trees - expansive platforms of pine planks that seemed to be an extension of the ground beneath my feet. They resembled the natural flow of the forest, like spreading moss. The gamekeeper approached, his presence as much a part of the grove as the trees themselves. In places, nets stretched across intentional openings, inviting me to lie down. As a slight breeze blew, I felt the stroking of leaves and grass beneath me. Beyond the fence, where laughter and conversation mingled with the sounds of the forest, a small house stood out. This intimate space exuded warmth and simplicity, the perfect haven for a family.