The road winds between well-weathered drystone walls on each side; the occasional farmhouse and barn perilously close by and over an arched bridge barely wide enough for 1.5 cars.
But the real adventure starts when you trek up into the surrounding hillside, where site-specific artworks are dotted under the oak trees and among the drystone walls.
Our first base was one of the older houses in the area, its drystone walls smoothed and whitewashed, its timbers and decorative carvings painted sky-blue.
