We're Not a Hotel.
That's the Point.

My parents bought this place in 2009 when Swanage was still the kind of town that locals kept secret. It was a tired guest house with four rooms, a broken boiler, and the most extraordinary view either of them had ever seen from a kitchen window.

They spent a year doing it properly — not cheaply, properly. New plumbing, handmade furniture, beds from a maker in Shaftesbury. Six rooms instead of four, because the garden room was too good to waste.

I grew up here. Helped at breakfast from about age nine. Took over the keys in 2019. The boiler's still the same one, but everything else has been touched at least twice.