The recent posts about non dairy 'milk' and special diets got me to thinking ... and remembering ...
each b&b/inn has to find its own focus. You can't be all things to all people.
Me? I wanted the place to be elegant ...
Elegant? Smack in the middle of a fishing village with all that implies ... the best I could attain was charming.
Perhaps two miles away up on a cliff it could have been elegant ... but not in the middle of the often foggy, usually drippy, early morning noisy, fish smelling sea air atmosphere with real sailors swearing like ... well ... sailors. I gave them free coffee for the taking every day and cajoled them into not blocking my driveway with their trucks when they ran into the general store or not leaving them idling in the road ... or throttling down or whatever its called their fishing boats and cruising along as they passed the guest room windows instead of leaning on their boat horns. The fisherfolk (men and women) would come up to the back deck in their high rubber boots and help themselves to the coffee set up there in an airpot ... fill up their thermos or mugs or paper cups.
So it was friendly and folksy but not elegant. I'd have to hose off the back steps if it didn't rain but it was all part of the charm of the place. And once in a while someone would leave me a couple lobster.
each b&b/inn has to find its own focus. You can't be all things to all people.
Me? I wanted the place to be elegant ...
Elegant? Smack in the middle of a fishing village with all that implies ... the best I could attain was charming.
Perhaps two miles away up on a cliff it could have been elegant ... but not in the middle of the often foggy, usually drippy, early morning noisy, fish smelling sea air atmosphere with real sailors swearing like ... well ... sailors. I gave them free coffee for the taking every day and cajoled them into not blocking my driveway with their trucks when they ran into the general store or not leaving them idling in the road ... or throttling down or whatever its called their fishing boats and cruising along as they passed the guest room windows instead of leaning on their boat horns. The fisherfolk (men and women) would come up to the back deck in their high rubber boots and help themselves to the coffee set up there in an airpot ... fill up their thermos or mugs or paper cups.
So it was friendly and folksy but not elegant. I'd have to hose off the back steps if it didn't rain but it was all part of the charm of the place. And once in a while someone would leave me a couple lobster.