Driftwell.
We do not buy wood. We collect what the river releases, dry it for two seasons, and then ask what it wants to become.
An old grain store on a slow river. Driftwood stacks line the south wall, sorted by year of recovery. The smell is of wet oak slowly turning sweet.
Founded by two brothers who refused to let a single felled tree leave their valley. The house is now run as a cooperative; the brothers visit at the equinoxes and stay for a week.
“We do not buy wood. We collect what the river releases, dry it for two seasons, and then ask what it wants to become.”
All timber is logged with date, location, and species before storage. The drying loft holds approximately six tonnes. No power tools after sundown.
