The guest room is cozy, rustic, and bathed in the rich amber glow of bedside lamps.
It’s dominated by a massive, hand-carved wooden bed frame piled high with handmade quilts, crisp white linens, and plush wool blankets.
Titan followed us right up the stairs, his massive paws padding softly against the runner rugs. He’d trotted into the room ahead of us, given every corner a thorough, low-snouted inspection, and then promptly collapsed with a deep, dramatic sigh across the rug on the floor at the foot of the bed, settling in like a massive fur-covered guard post.
While Locke sets our heavy leather bags down by the closet, I walk over to the small en-suite bathroom to wash off the lingering grime of travel. Stepping up to the porcelain pedestal sink, I turn on the taps and splash cool wa
