A city on a hill, or rather a simple barn in which to house the animals and a few tools when the wind whips round with a particular nip to it. This barn has stood on the peak of the hill for what seems to be forever and an age. As the colour moves across the hills and the sun retires only to return at the peak of the summer months, the barn stands resolute, a shelter to those within, an exclamation point in an otherwise verdant and quiet vale.