My secret place has the magic of a fairy tale. A road winds through tall pine trees and turns sandy and narrow. Many memories here. Grandma Saara calling us out of the lake.

Me and my twin sister not hearing and swimming till our lips turned blue. My great grandpa built this enchanting hideaway as his temple, loft, chalet and theatre.

The trees speak to us; whistle in the wind, knock on windows during storms and whisper into our sleeping ears. Their trunks provide us with timber for walls, floor planks and wooden coin strings for our curtains. A perfectly asymmetrical rock makes a beautiful beach table. My kind of magic. My muse.

Satu and her family live in Hong Kong but her secret place in Finland is a must.