Inspired by Northern East Coast or Western European landscapes, with plenty of hide aways to cuddle and relax from the crowd and the noise.
So reads the introduction to Haye Aya’s Homestead Region of The Hamptons, which I recently had the chance to hop over and see, courtesy of the Destination Guide.
For those unfamiliar with the name, “The Hamptons” tends to refer to that part of the eastern end of Long Island, centred on the towns of Southampton and East Hampton. It is regarded as one of the historical summer colonies of the north-eastern United States, and the region has a long history, although it is perhaps most known for its patronage by the wealthy and politically-connected. For example, both sides of Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis‘ family resided there, her parents were married in East Hampton, and she was born at Southampton Hospital (although admittedly, this was more by accident; her parents happened to be visiting family in East Hampton from New York at the time of her birth).
However, whilst the may well be little corners of their namesake which caught Haye’s eye, it is important to note that, as per the About Land description, her actual inspiration for the region’s design is much broader; so much so that anyone living along the north-east coast of north-eastern North America or in north-western Europe is going to feel a sense of familiarity about the setting. Certainly, there are no rolling beaches or sandy vistas, nor are there any great houses standing proud over the landscape; instead, The Hamptons offers a natural, somewhat rugged setting with the primary aim of offering people places whether they can spend time as individuals, couples or in small groups, and simply relax.
This it does by minimising the use of buildings within the region, instead focus on walks and trails leading to all the various public spots visitors might discover. Those buildings which are present here primarily form a strange little parade at the landing point, a cobbled area which appears to have become home to an assortment of bric-a-brac down the years, with a old piano, filing cabinets and desk on nodding terms with nearby balloons, an old water channel buoy, plastic chairs and – curiously – a table set for a rather enticing dinner.
A short walk to the north from here will bring visitors to a tall bridge spanning one of the watery gorges which collectively split the setting into an archipelago of high-sides islands. A boardwalk runs along a part of the cliff top by the bridge, providing access to stairs running down to the water’s edge and one of the many cuddle-points: a rowing boat pulled up into the shallows. Another such sitting spot longs out over the sea a little further away from the bridge. Meanwhile, an equally short walk to the south from the landing point will bring visitors to a thicket of hedges cast across the path, together with the yellow stripes of ban-lines marking this end of the island as off-limits to those not invited.
No such restrictions per se lie on the far side of the bridge, where the next island is topped by an old mind tunnel cuts into its heart. Two paths flank the sides of the hill, one leading to what may have once been an outbuilding related to whatever was being hewn out of the mine’s large central chamber, with a further board walk beyond it allowing visitors to reach another space in which to hang out.
The other path around the hill ends at a large trestle extending out over the gorge below, and is the reason for my qualifying this island being free from restrictions to travel. It supports a small greenhouse-come-potting shed, but this and the deck on which it sits are not intended to be reached via the path; instead the way to them is from Haye’s private house / workspace, thus they appear to be an extension to it and not a public space.
The third of the islands in the group offers a largely open, flat top bordered here and there by boardwalks running along its edges. Swings and sofas offer places to sit and pass the time, whilst the southern portion of the island features a little tiered garden and further hangouts, all of it with a lean towards an Oriental touch, something continued on the final and smallest of the islands. This takes the form of a small Japanese style house sitting within a modest, semi-wild garden. Simply furnished, it sits within its own parcel, so not sure if it is intended for a specific use – it does not appear to be restricted in terms of access.
All of which makes for an easy-going visit and opportunities to relax and / or take photos. There are one or two small edges to the place that might be smoothed out, and the use of ban lines rather than a more subtle request for privacy might upset some, but on the whole, a pleasant visit for an afternoon or evening.
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- The Hamptons (rated Moderate)
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