So you know how Valentine’s Day is supposed to be the day when you celebrate romance, love, and that special someone?
Well, we bumped it back a week.
Saturday morning, Scott and I left the boys with my folks and headed for England … or what felt like England, anyhow.Â We went to stay at this inn in Muir Beach, just minutes from the Golden Gate Bridge:
At this point, if you are a fellow Anglophile, you are probably salivating like a St. Bernard.Â Â Â Honestly, this is the most fabulous place. It makes you feel like you’re in a Daphne Du Maurier novel. It was built in the 1970s by an English expat, who lovingly designed it to make it look just like an old inn across the pond.Â I think he did a darn good job.
Take, for instance, our room, which looks like something Moll Flanders would have slept in:
Here was the view out of our leaded windows:
There were great old framed prints on the wall.Â This one clearly depicts a time long before PETA:
(Yes, that guy is trailing a dead deer by one foot.)
Oh, and this was our shower curtain, with knights, dragons, fair damsels, and castles galore:
Best of all, the inn is a short walk to the beach.Â It was a cloudy, gray day; the water looked metallic and was unbelievably loud as it crashed to the shore.Â It was the kind of beach I love.Â It made me think about Star of the Sea, one of my very favorite titles for Mary. (I admit it; I’m a geek.)
“Do you think you would be a more spiritual person if you lived overlooking the ocean?” I asked Scott, as we sat on a bench on the bluff.
“I think you’d have to be,” he said.Â Â We watched the waves together, looking at the splash of sunlight reflected on one little section of the waves, soaking in the loud thunderous crash of it all.Â Â There is something so soothing about looking out at that line of the horizon.Â It sounds cliched, but it made everything else sort of recede for a time … everything, of course, but the great guy sharing the bench with me and keeping me warm.Â In fact, the entire weekend brought him — actually, us — into a nice sharp focus.
It was a most excellent getaway.