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On a curve of land where mountain meets sea, stands a home not merely built, but composed.
This adored home - less an address than an atmosphere - rises with grace above the salt-silvered
shoreline of Cairnside.
The house watches the sea from most of its rooms, a quiet keeper of tides and moonlight.
Polished Oregon pine floors, original and storied; a fire-warmed lounge, where a wood-burning
stove by Firesense glows, a gas heater set seamlessly into the wall, a gesture of modern
comfort nestled within nostalgia.
Renovated, yes - but never stripped of soul. Every detail has been returned to meaning:
two full bathrooms; a bar room that holds the echoes of laughter; a TV room; an
office, set apart and thoughtful. And beneath it all, beneath the floorboards, a cellar: cool,
secretive, waiting. A retreat for wine, for stories, for silence.
From the terrace, views pour outward - mountain, ocean, the wide curve of False Bay - held
gently by two garden nooks that bloom without boasting. Even the paving tells a story of recent
care. Security surrounds unobtrusively; four cars find their place with ease, beside the home’s
garage.
And then, the hearth: a gas-and-wood braai of generous scale, crafted by SA Fire. Flames
flicker indoors while breezes stir outside. Evenings stretch here, long and serene, the kind that
turns strangers into friends. In a separate garden room, an outside office speaks inspiration.
This house does not simply offer a view. It offers a way of seeing.
A work of architecture, yes—but more than that: a love letter to light, to land, to the quiet of
home.