I felt a pang — a strange and inexplicable pang that I had never felt before. It was homesickness. Now, even more than I had earlier when I’d first glimpsed it, I longed to be...

I am enormously uncool. I’ve made a cottage industry of being uncool. And I’m fine with that.

It was not a bed with curtains, but a bed with doors like shutters. This may not seem like a nice way of having a bed, but we would all be glad of the wooden...

If you ever felt alone, come to my cottage and drink the whole bottle; it is not so bad to be abnormal for a while.

If I was an eccentric old spinster in a Merchant Ivory movie, I’d want to share my lovely cottage with Holly and that’s the truth. I’d do the cooking and leave the decorating to her,...

Being inside this cottage, with dark wooden walls and hand-carved furniture like my own home, cast a darkened stain onto my heart.