It’s high time I told you about our vacation getaway of last week. It was a perfect 4 days of hanging out at the beach, riding our bikes, walking the shoreline, and just enjoying being together.
First of all, let me tell you about the house. It was a beautiful cottage on a hidden gem of an island. It was loaded with modern amenities but filled with rustic charm as it was partially constructed from reclaimed ships timbers dating from the 18th century. Everything was done in shades of soft blues and greens with lots of white woodwork and beautiful tiling. There was an old stone fireplace and lots of candles and a big kitchen with plenty of room for cooking and hanging out. The bedroom was a gorgeous retreat with a vaulted ceiling and whitewashed walls with an adjoining master bath that looked like something out of a magazine.
The french doors that opened onto the deck from the bedroom and living room were charming and let in the cooling ocean breezes. The yard was beautifully landscaped and the gardens were full of blue hydrangeas and ornamental grasses and beach roses.
We brought our bikes with us and rode them to the beach and through the state conservation land every day. Most of the island’s roads aren’t paved and there is very little traffic so the bikes were perfect. It was such a treat to just ride and ride and not worry about cars, the hills were easily climbed and fun to soar back down with the wind blowing in my hair.
We road to secluded beaches, carrying in beer and carrying out treasures of sea glass and shells in Betty’s wicker basket.
And speaking of the beaches, they were glorious. There was a beautiful sandy one where we swam – in June – which is kind of unheard of for us.
We went there on Monday, when it was cooler and completely deserted and then we went again on Thursday when it was officially opened and peppered with people from the island.
There was also a rugged rocky coastline where we saw nary a soul.
We walked the rocks, clambering up and down, picking our way across the rocks to sit and cool our feet in the water, all the while watching the crabs and other sea creatures scuttle away from our approach.
Writing about it makes me long to go back – to bask in the summer sun, to sip crisp white wine on the deck, to enjoy delicious lobsters, to laugh and relax and play with Dale.
It was the perfect summer getaway.