I often dream of a little wooden house by the sea…nestled between two towering palms my canvas hammock sways in the breeze and I'm sat with my book in one hand and a fresh coconut in the other (which incidentally, has just been cut down by Javier, the gardener, who is hot. Naturally.) If such a place existed, my hammock would also be filled with these beautiful Ourlieu cushions. I love them and I want them. Just like my shack by the sea…and maybe Javier...