The 10 days I spent over Christmas at Long Bay reminded me of my chilhood summers on Great Pond in Martha's Vinyard.
On the Vinyard, our house was fenced off from horses that roamed free on the penninsila. Of course, if you stepped out of your yard, you needed to be careful of where you stepped. The house we rented each year was quite servicable, a few lumpy sofas, older bathrooms, worn linolium kitchen floor and too be sure, we had our share of visiting wildlife-besides the horses. But every year we returned for the quiet, laid back nature of the place, the friends we made and the ocean views. It just felt comfortable.
Years after my faimly stopped vactationing together on the Vinyard, someone coined the phrase "Shabby Chic". This is the best way that I could describe Long Bay.
I stayed in one of the villas and while I'll admit it wasn't the Ritz Carlton, my bed was fresh and clean every day, the bathroom wiped down and my view overlooking the quiet cove provided a very nice vision to open my door to each morning. I did meet a noisy Gecko one night, but we came to terms about who lived where!
My day started with breakfast. I must say, I went into withdrawal my first day back in the States, as there was no one slicing fresh fruit, poaching my eggs or serving bottomless cups of coffee.
The beach, ah what can I say. Patroled dilligently by Dave, Long Bay Beach is it's own little slice of heaven. If you're the cruise ship type, there a great mega resort next door- you'll be happier there-
This beach is for serious readers, waders and relaxers.
Each evening we all gathered to play board games or twenty questions before dinner. When I say we, I mean the extended faimly that grew each day as all of the guests got to know one an other and all of the children better and better.
Lights out by 10pm. We were tired from all of that page turning, wallowing and chatting... only to wake up and do it all over again.
People always make the place. Long Bay and its staff caters well to, and attracts, those looking to wind down with an old fashion rum punch, relax without a TV, who don't mind rustic, and want to forget about the latest and greatest.
I'll be back!