After managing to regain composure for the hillarious wit of owner Michael Hurd, we were shown our casita which was BEUATIFUL Appointed in fine antiques with art from the Hurds, a Wyeth or two etc - you get the idea. A night at the museum? Ah, but there's a brook tumbling across stones outside. It's fresh. Lilacs blooming. This was sublime. And comfortable. So we stayed another night - because we didnt want to leave.
Deek & Eliza