The beach house … not really on the beach. The house we rented was either a 2 minute drive, 5 minute bike ride, or 10 minute walk from door to shore. It looked out over horse stables and corrals. Not too shabby.
Door one. Which is probably, technically the “back door”.
Those bags on the steps … my rock/stone collection.
the door from the inside…. a quaint antique door
Winding stairs to second floor and foyer
The different stair spindles. They inspired me.
Walking in the above door, you look right back outside
through the door across the foyer
Screened in porch was a favorite kickback spot
Gathering spot for watching the Olympics
sitting room (with another tv)
(we never used this room)
stairs. again. view from kitchen and dining area.
no staging this house for photos
we are moved in and on vay-cay-shun
Grab a bike
Let’s head to the beach
it’s a nice ride on quiet, tree lined, winding streets
lined with fancy cottages and humble cottages
leading to the stairs to the beach
a quiet, private beach
< sigh >
books, magazines, beverages, snacks
check!
dawn to dusk
love the shore
