A perfect abode is there for the taking, in a splendid hollow on the road to the coast. A tiny cottage with a deck facing into the sun all afternoon, sitting in the middle of a field surrounded by nothing but sheep and grass, an emptiness that has always been longed for. I can picture visitors coming out to enjoy the sunset over the mountains, and in the crispness of the morning packing up the car to go surfing, sipping coffee in preparation and anticipation. Ahh...