Leśmian, Ella Fitzgerald and Chilean Carmenere sound good here. In the winter, take a fluffy sweater, in the summer, some knitwear, sneakers and a bit of nonchalance will be useful. Willingness not to be ready. The first strike of distance to the world comes with the first supper and the wind from the lake. In the morning, over a coffee in the garden, there is no rush that this coffee with a view of the hills could be enjoyed all day, because why not? In the afternoon, some active leisure, by bike, in the swimming pool, on winding paths, by the lake. And in the evening dinner again, Ella again, Leśmian again and wine...
Our estate stands among the hills and winding field paths, on the shores of the lake. A bit hidden, mysterious, but promising a lot. We serve food with a soul, comfortable beds, our own vegetables, the smell of a mowed meadow and a temporary detachment from the world.
From the east and south, we have meadows and fields, to the west, the shore of a beautiful lake, at the foot of a steep hill. The northern end is closed by a beech forest, cut by a deep, picturesque ravine with a sufficiently loud stream flowing at its bottom.
In the summer, there are the sounds of crickets, a starry sky and meteor showers. In the winter, solid frosts, white branches and a fireplace. Prepare your suitcase, come, your senses will sharpen themselves. Welcome!