A ráth was never a fortress.
It was a place people came back to.
In Irish, a ráth is a ringfort — a circle of earth raised around a dwelling to keep what matters inside it safe. The same word, in another turn of the language, means prosperity. Shelter and good fortune, carried in a single syllable.
The Collection began with two addresses that happened to share a root. One in Rathnelly, the small Toronto enclave off Avenue Road that declared itself a republic in 1967 and still flies its own flag. The other on Rathburn Road, west of the core, with the airport close enough to make a morning flight civil rather than punishing. The third took us further, to Chippawa, where the pace drops the moment you turn off the parkway.
They are not the same house three times over. Each keeps the character of where it stands. What they share is the thinking behind them — one interior designer across all three, so the beds are proper beds, the kitchens are real kitchens, the light is good, and there is nothing you have to apologize for when you arrive tired.
