This was our first experience of a B& B American-style, and what a joy it was. From the moment we first made contact, everything had that personal touch so missing from the major hotel chains.
On arrival, host Cary made us feel most welcome in his ( and Charlotte's) home - and we felt we were getting a real slice of American hospitality.
Our room (the Tully) was beautiful - with the bed the highest I have ever experienced - see photo attached. The only downside was the traffic noise, as the Inn is situated on the main street.
Ear plugs are provided, but in the end we didn't bother. In hindsight, we should have spent a few extra dollars to get a room at the back.
Breakfast each morning was a veritable feast, and varied pleasantly for each of our three mornings there. Classic American, eg maple syrup pancakes, but with extra touches - such as the allegedly bite-sized sorbets. This was the sort of B&B where the hosts serve and then retreat, but they were always willing to offer helpful advice about sight-seeing and restaurants.
With no TV, good old fashioned pastimes such as board games, cards and reading were the go in what remained of the evenings after dinner. Charlotte used to run a bookstore in California - so her library is extensive and fascinating. She re-decorates the Inn four times a year, so, for example, the extraordinary pumpkin theme of the fall will soon be replaced by Christmas.
In the impossibly perfect village of Woodstock, where pumpkins abound on the street and there's no sign of graffiti nor vandalism, the Ardmore Inn is a gem. Perhaps the exterior could do with a little polishing, but that's being churlish. Of course we'd stay again - with knobs on!








