A confusing box, this trojan horse explores deception through scale, weight and layering.

The pub, facing onto the square, pulls locals and visitors alike to share their daily life. Fortunes and misfortunes coexist, the congregation both fettered and detached. The box sits on a bed of marshland from which a botanical garden has been fashioned. This working plinth is serviced from the spine road that separates Cley-next-the-Sea from the new settlement.

Internally split floors lead up to external terraces with circulation-wrapping views of the central still room and its reflective copper mechanics further distorting perception. Outward, framed and layered views separately capture Cley-next-the-Sea, the marshland and the new settlement beyond, whilst externally distorting the scale and activities going on within the box.