Welcome to Flossie & Fern

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.

 

There is just one table here.

A British host welcomes one private group at a time.

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

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 Darren and Alf his dog.

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The floorboards creak a little, in places.

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.

People come here for more than lunch or afternoon tea.

They come to leave the everyday behind for a while.

To notice the season.

To breathe more deeply.

And to spend a quiet afternoon in the mountains.

 

Please make yourself at home.

Welcome to our home.

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