Our Story
I first stepped into this place as a designer. Eyes trained on form, light, possibility. But almost at once, that part of me quieted. The house, the land, the hush beneath the trees: it asked something different. It wasn't just a space to be styled. It felt like something already waiting.
So close to town, and yet… not. Here, the bush thickens. A glowworm dell gathers its own small constellation. Light filters through the atrium in a way that calls people inward, toward one another. Not a rental, I thought. A setting. A story. A table waiting to be built.
That thought took me back fifteen years, to a sketchbook in London. To a quiet wish I'd carried since then: to create a private dining space unlike any other. One with weight. With grace. A long table, five metres end to end. Strong enough to seat twenty souls.
We built it together. The owners, generous with vision and trust; a local steel craftsman whose hands know how to shape strength; and myself, carrying the interior dream. The table took form slowly, deliberately. Reclaimed Canadian Oregon hardwood for strength and resilience. Hand-welded steel, every joint holding both weight and intention. By the end, it stood just over five metres long and weighed over four hundred kilos: made not just to anchor a room, but to hold the presence of guests, of stories, of time that turns moments into memories.
Around it, twenty striking vintage French café chairs from the 1950s. Each one authentic, weathered by decades of conversation. Together they transform The Long Table into something more than furniture: a gathering place with history in its bones.
From what we endearingly named The Long Table, the rest unfolded. The land was shaped with care. Tracks cut to the glowworm dell, the stream cleared, a new bridge built, native bush held close. Every part of the space began to speak not only of beauty, but of freedom. A place where rules soften. Where celebration takes its time.
The owners are landscape artists in their own right. I brought stories and interiors. They brought earth and instinct. And so Enchanted came to be: part retreat, part dining hall, a new kind of West Coast wonderland worth sharing.
It carries the soul of the Coast. Strong, quiet, a little wild. And now it waits for your own chapter. You may book it as a short-term stay, or shape it into something more. An event, a gathering, a moment worth remembering.
We've left space for your story to settle in.
Welcome.
