The cottage with its tin roof under a live oak hung with Spanish moss

The stay

A cottage under the oaks.

A tin roof under a hundred years of live oak, a pool a few steps away and the moss moving overhead. There is one of it, and that is deliberate.

Small on purpose.

Dark timber boards behind the bed. Cast iron hanging on a rail in the kitchen. Barn lights either side of the door.

There is one of it. No second unit, no block of them, nobody in the next room. What that adds up to is easier shown than listed, and easier still to see in person.

The bed made up in white against a wall of reclaimed timber boards
The bed seen through a sliding barn door on a black rail
Cast iron pans hung on a rail above a butcher block counter in the cottage kitchen
Cartons of blue, cream, pink and brown eggs packed into a cooler by the gate

How things work here

Nobody is standing at the gate taking the money.

The eggs go in a cooler by the fence and there is a box beside it. People take a carton and leave what is asked. It is the honour system, and it has worked for years.

It is a small thing, but it is the same instinct the rest of this runs on. We would rather trust people and be right most of the time.

What holds

Three things that do not change.

It is private.

One cottage means no other guests. That is the difference between staying on land and staying at a property with a car park.

It is unhurried.

Nothing here is designed around turnover. If the choice is between fitting more people through and letting the ones who are here settle in, the second one wins.

It belongs to this place.

Anything that could be lifted and dropped onto any property in Florida is not what we are building. The oaks, the animals and the quiet are the whole point.

By invitation

One cottage, one family, no front desk.

There is one of it, so coming here is a conversation rather than a checkout. Tell us who you are and what would bring you, and we will take it from there.

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