Those little cottages were wonderful. Situated close together with front porches and rocking chairs. We’d gather in front of one in the evening to talk and tell stories. Perfect weather. Whenever a car would drive through, Jim would tell them to get off our front porch. LOL.
One evening when a rather serious, prune-faced lady was driving through, I forgot to pick up my ice water in a plastic cup. The lady drove over it and cracked it. LOUD sound. She freaked out. Karma.
Sounds like fun. The pics of where you stayed were lovely.
I forced Mr. T to come over to the computer to see the photos of the little cottages. We both loved them. :)