The Glen Week
A spark. Enough to start something, or break through a block.
Seven nights in a white-walled cottage at the foot of the hills, where the only sound is weather. The Glen Week is for the beginning of something — the first chapter, the first prototype, the idea you finally give a week of undivided attention.
An hour from the nearest town, down a single-track road, the cottage sits alone in a wide Highland glen. Red deer on the slopes, a burn at the foot of the garden, and little else. We collect you from the station; for the rest of the week, you won't need to go anywhere.
One private room, a bed made up in linen, a wood-burning stove, and a desk set into the window that looks straight up the glen. Yours alone for the week — no sharing, no neighbours through the wall.
Everything but the idea.
