Why I am building this slowly

Every version of this idea that moves fast ends the same way. Somebody books a week, arrives with a camera, gets shown a performance, and leaves with photographs of a place that does not exist. The village gets paid and gets nothing.

So I am doing the slow parts first. Who hosts. What happens if someone falls ill three hours from a hospital. Which houses are willing, and which are not, and whether a family can say no in year two after saying yes in year one.

None of that is answered on a website. It is answered in the village, and then written down here.

That is why nothing on this site is bookable. When it changes, this is where it will say so.

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