Once upon a time, the bucolic village of Landgrove boasted more fence posts than people. It still does.

Tucked snuggly away in a hypnotically-beautiful mountain valley, it continues to defy time and the temptation to “improve”.

There is no traffic, no stores, no noise. The air is naturally pine-scented and the sparkling fresh water is free. Horses have the right of way here. And there’s the moonlight – unlike any other, anywhere.

Artists come from far and wide to sketch the barns, paint the fields, capture the magistry of the mountains that surround the big valley. Even a river runs through it.

With canopied country lanes, meandering meadows of green, mesmerizing views and not a paved road in sight, Landgrove today is classic Currier & Ives with a twist – it still exists.