jvsg is a quiet little village tucked away in the hills, where the main street has just a single shop and a pub. The old stone bridge crosses a stream that babbles year-round, and folks here still leave their front doors unlocked. In autumn, the surrounding woods turn brilliant shades of orange and gold, and the air smells of damp earth and woodsmoke. It's the kind of place where everyone knows your name, and the biggest news is when a new calf is born at the dairy farm down the lane. jvsg 6