We all have our places where we go to hide and get away from everything, a place that is ours alone and is rarely if ever shared with another soul. This place is Penn’s.

Hidden in a valley in the middle of a working orchard, The Manor is a place where he can indulge in his simplest wants and desire – solitude. Here he keeps his collection of cars, his art collection, his writings and the trophies of his greatest (and worst) moments of his life.

It is his secret life.

To come here, you travel along winding mountain roads, with amazing vistas. The land in the valley you reach is all owned by one corporation, and the fruit orchards are maintained as they have been for generations when each acre was privately owned. Oranges and apples grow here in the high sunshine and the smell of citrus is divine on the warm wind that caresses your face. You pull up to the drive and turn in, proceeding up a long driveway roofed by a canopy of towering elms that march in two stately rows on either side of the drive. The drive opens out into a circle before a plantation styled two story home and you park your car and sit in silence a moment, hearing the birds and the song of the wind through the trees.

At last, you leave your car and walk up the flagstones to the front of the house, doors of brass waiting for you and as you near them, they swing open on their own, welcoming you into the foyer that is more in keeping with a grand hotel than a private home.