Were you by any chance a reader as a child? Were you entranced and enraptured by the escapades of dear little Heidi in the Swiss Mountains?
Has your heart always been beating for a cosy chalet all of your very (Tobler)own? Tree enshrouded, with room for a goat and a full-throated morning yodel to welcome another glorious dawn?
Boy, do we have just the property for you!
Take those mental images of Alpine bliss and compare them to our picture – I know, right, it’s just completely impossible to tell the difference! It’s as if your dream took flight and landed in a comfy cul-de-sac in Dublin 2. True, we might have to substitute warm welcoming Irish concrete for cold unforgiving Swiss granite, but the rest remains unchanged.
The chalet comes complete with oodles of space – at one stage last year the landlord tells us she had 67 Brazilian students enjoying this bucolic retreat from the pressures of city life.
Now you can too! [Without the 67 Brazilians].
The chalet comes with hot and cold zephyrs of air, gently caressing you into slumber and on hand again to tickle you teasingly into a new day.
Your green sensibilities will not be disturbed by the wanton use of artificial plastic insulation – this wooden mini-palace is all genuine unadorned timber in the oh so a-la-mode style of uber-naturalism, unaffected and unspoilt by so much as a coat of paint.
Aspirations to a genuine rustic lifestyle are further enhanced by the local wildlife, with urban foxes, badgers and pine martens* often spotted frolicking nearby. The local population also frolic playfully in the neighbourhood, in different but no less entertaining ways – voices can often be heard warbling heartwarming lullabies in the inimitable argot of inner city Dublin.**
Dangers of sunburn and heatstroke are not only guarded against by Dublin’s innate temperate climate, but also by the shade provided by the soaring trees alongside (and slightly inside) the chalet – a scene that can conjure up a vista from the Tuscan countryside.
For this little piece of Swiss Alpine heaven melded with the best of Italian Tuscan palazzi, make your best offer to firstname.lastname@example.org.
[Prospective renters are advised to bring a saw, as there have been some issues with entry and exit. Windows available on request.]
*Pine martens in Dublin are frequently mistaken for rats, but rest assured this is merely a trick of the light and a side effect of an urban diet on these cuddliest of creatures.
**Confirmation of content subject to translation by our anthropological consultants, Anto and Dec (Mounyjoy Creative Enterprises Ltd).