Welcome to The House

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This is not a restaurant.

It is not a café.

It is a home in the mountains, surrounded by rice fields and trees, where the seasons turn slowly and afternoons seem to last a little longer.

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There is just one table here.

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A British host welcomes one private group at a time.

Inside the house, Britain and Japan sit naturally beside one another.

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Shoji screens.

Wedgwood teacups.

Old English furniture.

Soft linen.

And smoke-darkened beams that have watched over the irori for generations.

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Nothing is here merely for decoration. It all belongs to the life of the house.

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The floorboards creak a little.

The garden grows as it pleases.

Somewhere, a kettle is quietly coming to the boil.

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It is not perfect.

That is precisely why we love it.

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People come here for more than lunch or afternoon tea.

They come to leave the everyday behind for a while.

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To notice the season.

To breathe more deeply.

And to spend a quiet afternoon in the mountains.

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Please make yourself at home.

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Welcome to

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The House.

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風 | Flossie & Fern