Before you choose a vacation spot in coastal Maine, you need to decide what you want. If being on the ocean is your main priority than Lyford Cottage is the place. This rustic summer home is filled with the memories of happy vacationers from days gone by. The interior set-up is for a close knit group and offers great sleeping and relaxing spots. A queen sized bedroom and full bath is part of the 1st floor along with a kitchen, dining room with a view and a living room with a fireplace. The second level is an loft area with 3 sections, 1 containing a double bed and the other 2 have a total of 4 twin beds. You can even look down to the living room from this level. The peacefulness and simplicity of Lyford Cottage will bring you back year after year!
Rocky Shore: Lyford Cottage sits right above the rocky shore facing Blue Hill Bay. There is a path down to the rocks and many places to explore at low tide. The large tide pool in the middle of the rocks used to be made into a miniature harbor with boats and fish shacks, by one of the owners children years ago. It was something to see. Now, there will still be warmer salty water to dangle your feet in. A daily swim was part of the families activities but the fantastic view maybe enough for most vacationers.
Art: The living room was added as an art studio as painting was of great interest to the Lyford family. Though trees have grown up there is still a lovely, soft lighting at certain times of the day.
Family and Friends: The Lyford Cottage was always filled with family and family friends. There warmth,love and hospitality can still be felt when you walk in the door.
Here is a poem written by the owner of Lyford Cottage describing her time at the cottage ~
A place beyond the rounded,
where boats can rest and oars dry out;
where terns and cormorants
dive into a calmer sea past the heavy tides
where lobster boats putt-putt across the bay
checking their pots and moving on.
Ducks ignore them
swimming in a row, diving now and then
heads disappear and reappear.
Loons let out a hoot, not quite a laugh,
more like an harrumph.
The back bay moves more slowly
with the sea’s ebb and flow,
than at the sea wall where waves crash
and spill over.
The noon sun hits the water
in sharp, sparkled points
as though each light dances
on the edge of a ripple
and the whole bay becomes a sea of
illuminated visitors from another place.
A sailboat glides past the cove
heading for an island
so small only nesting sea birds stop by
to visit a tired pine
unanchored in the sandy soil.
the island adds depth to the scene
of Blue Hill Bay across Duck Cove,
beyond far off pines, rooted more securely,
like a deep blue-green fringe of tree tops,
even in a foggy mist, crying out from afar,
.by Jean Lyford