This is a cottage from my fondest childhood book memories. A slanted lawn gave the front door a smile, welcoming us as we pulled in the drive. The deep silled windows told stories of high winds and pelting rain being kept at bay while people were snuggled warm inside. The gardens greeted us each and every look out the window, ferociously waving hello in the wind.
Catherine, the lady who brought us our keys, charmed us as we locked ourselves out one day. The flats across the street were constant entertainment, the waves in constant display and kite-surfers plying their talents.
Quite handily located up the hill, The Pink Elephant was a nice respite after a long day, especially if you did not want to cook. Great food and camaraderie.
We would look forward to a longer visit sometime.