'Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast', is engraved on the stone steps outside Saxons Hall, the home that Justine's dad built. This year is the 20th anniversary of his death, and a year to raise anchor and sail away, taking inspiration from his sense of adventure. Houses can anchor families for generations into this valley, enclosed by the unchanging skyline of these mountains with no distant horizons. A long unbroken tradition of a family home or trade passed down through the ages can be both a blessing and a curse. 500 years of history was lost last week when the old farmhouse at Rohrmoos was irreparably damaged by fire, but the heart of the home was found thriving in the community that rallied around those left homeless (including 78 cows, 25 sheep and 4 goats) and not in the bricks and mortar (or stone and wood). 'For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.'(Kahlil Gibran)
