Ses Salines · the flat south of Mallorca
Five bedrooms of dry stone on the brightest, flattest corner of the island — no hill, no high-rise, the salt pans of Ses Salines on one side and the white sand of Es Trenc on the other.
Where the finca stands
One island goes up — into the Tramuntana, the switchbacks, the cloud. The other lets go of height entirely: a wide, sun-struck plain where the Phoenicians laid out salt pans to dry, and where the horizon is a single clean line in every direction. Es Torrent den Cosme sits squarely in the second one, four flat metres above the Mediterranean.
So we'll show you the house the way you actually read this land — by altitude. From the thick stone walls down through the long table in their shade, across the old salt flats, to the moment the plain runs out at Es Trenc and touches the water at zero.
Two storeys of hand-laid marès, walls a forearm thick. They hold the cool through August and turn the colour of a lamp the moment the sun drops.
A white pergola against the warm wall, a pool, thatched parasols. The whole day is spent out here, a step below the house and a long way above the heat.
Past the dry-stone wall, the farmland and the old salines run flat to the skyline. Almond, olive, fig; gravel that crunches; nothing tall enough to interrupt the line.
Ten flat minutes south the plain simply ends, and Es Trenc begins — five kilometres of white sand and clear, shallow turquoise. The reading hits zero.
The house, at the top of the drop
The old farmhouse has been kept honest — thick marès walls, green shutters, a vaulted entrance, terracotta floors worn smooth. The day is spent outside; the stone is simply where you go to be cool and quiet. By night the windows turn the colour of a lamp lit indoors.
Inside the stone
Room enough for two families or a gathering of friends — cool tiled floors, shuttered windows, and corners enough that nobody has to share the day unless they want to.
An exposed marès wall, deep sofas and a fireplace for the cooler evenings of spring and autumn.
Five in all, double and twin, each kept simple and cool behind green shutters.
Wood cabinets and a table that seats the whole house — the indoor counterpart to the pergola outside.
A step down, into the open
Under the white pergola
The white pergola throws soft shade against the warm stone, and the table seats everyone at once. This is the south — market tomatoes, almonds, an ensaïmada from the village, a bottle from a Ses Salines vineyard, and an afternoon with nowhere it needs to be.
Plan a stay around it
The house, end to end
Where the plain runs out
Ses Salines is the last town before the south coast — salt works on one side, vineyards and farmland on the other. Follow the flat road and the plain runs straight out into Es Trenc: protected dunes, no high-rise, water so clear and pale it reads like the tropics.
Booked direct with the family
Es Torrent den Cosme is let privately — no agency standing between you and the people who keep the house. Send the dates you have in mind and how many of you there'll be, and you'll hear from Fernando himself.