|View from the road out front.|
I clicked on the ad, filled out the entry form, hit submit, and promptly forgot about it. After all, I never win things. But a couple of weeks later I received a phone call telling me I was one of the winners.
|Dinning room and Breakfast nook|
My son, the cynic, told me it was a gimmick, like those time-share weekends, where they’d try to sell me something. My imagination conjured a dinner table with a bunch of literary types in tweed jackets with elbow patches, pontificating the symbolism in a novel they wrote twenty years ago, while they looked down their nose at a humble, e-published romance writer.
|Front sitting area|
The food was exceptional and Chef Paul over-the-top accommodating. Even the menus seemed designed to charge the brain batteries in the morning and add fuel for lunch without creating the need for an afternoon nap.
|Night time gathering place around the fire|
We were strangers who for a brief time, came together like old friends, then became friends as we exchanged emails and hugs and talked about coming back.
I had a great time. Many thanks to Steve and Jon for creating such a sanctuary. And hopefully I can return next fall.