The flat south · Mallorca
A five-bedroom finca of dry stone, a few metres above the sea, between the salt pans of Ses Salines and the white sand of Es Trenc. No hill, no high-rise — only the brightest, flattest corner of the island.
+4 mWhere 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.
+4 mThe 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.
+4 mRoom by room
Room enough for two families or a gathering of friends — and corners enough that nobody has to share the day unless they want to.
Render and raw stone meet around a gravel courtyard planted with palm and cycad.
A long private pool with thatched parasols and loungers — shade for the afternoon, sun for the morning.
Old stone troughs replanted with lavender and marigold, a clipped bay, gravel underfoot.
+3 mA step down, into the shade
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
0 mWhere 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.