A tree house, a free house,
A secret you and me house,
A high up in the leafy branches
Cozy as can be house.
A street house,
Be sure and wipe your feet house
Is not my kind of house at all -
Let's go live in a tree house.
- Shel Silverstein
In winter I went on a holiday to a treehouse. I've always been a tree lover, so it was a dream come true. Everywhere is lovely wood, with driftwood art installations and sketches from the artist who used to live there. The house is built on stilts on the top of the highest cliff in the area. The balcony is in the treetops, and the backyard is a national park. I'm hoping to go back this summer, because apparently you can sleep out on the balcony then, and look at the stars.