I’m building a little guest house in Morocco. It’s tucked up into a little village called Cascades d’Ouzoud (Waterfalls of the Olives) in the Mid-Atlas Mountains, with a view of ancient olive groves and white-capped mountains. A heart-stoppingly beautiful waterfall is a lazy meander away down along the river.
My new husband Hamid and I are slowly crafting the building in a traditional Berber style. He’s sought out tradespeople and artisans from Berber villages all over the Atlas Mountains to bring ancient techniques to the creation of the building. We’re having the ceilings made of woven bamboo, the walls covered in polished plaster tadelakt in colours chosen from the vivid powdered dyes we found in a blue village in northern Morocco. The sinks are made of beaten brass, the doors and shutters carved in traditional patterns, and the ornate ironwork is like a veil of Castallan lace at the windows. Come, have a look.