Hill Station Farmhouse · Est. 1998
A quiet farmhouse tucked into the pine forests above the valley.
Our story
megh~aalaya began as a family summer house — a weathered timber home built into the slope of the hills, surrounded by pines older than the road that reaches it. For two decades we came here to disappear from the city: to read on the verandah, to gather mushrooms after the rain, to wake to the sound of wind moving through the canopy.
In 2018 we opened three of the rooms to guests who were looking for the same thing — not a hotel, not a resort, but a place that asks nothing of you. The vegetables still come from the kitchen garden. The fire is still lit by hand. The wifi still only works in the dining room, and only reluctantly
Come for the view. Stay because the morning fog makes it impossible to leave
A timber-framed room with a queen bed, a wood-burning stove, and a window that frames the pines like a painting. Slow mornings were invented here..
Our largest stay, with a living area, two bedrooms, and a deep stone fireplace. Bring the family, or don't share it at all. Sleeps up to four.
An airy upstairs loft with skylights above the bed. Wake to frost on the glass and the smell of pine resin warming in the morning sun.
The best
Nothing here is mandatory. The days are yours to fill or to leave deliberately empty. The hills have a way of taking care of both
Pick the tomatoes for your lunch. Our gardener will show you what's ready and what's almost there.
The view, in piece
Photographs never quite catch the smell of pine resin or the way the fog lifts. But here are a few attempts..
Send us your dates and the stay you're drawn to. We'll reply with availability, directions, and a few notes on what the weather is doing up here that week..