Slight change in plan

The best laid plans...or God's providential working.  When I got to the Inn (half an hour quicker than I should have - just call me lead foot), we discovered that the fireplace in the room I'd reserved apparently wasn't working.  One of the other rooms, also with a fireplace and whirlpool, was available for all three nights, so I moved...



From the entranceway looking in



Looking across the bed one way...

...and across the other way to the fireplace

The room is called the apple orchard; rather than cabbage roses, the decor is rosy apples and ticking stripes.  The whirlpool is in the bathroom instead of in view of the fireplace; I can live with that.

All things considered, the set up in here is more suited to my needs...and just "coincidentally", five minutes after I got settled, the innkeeper came to tell me the fireplace in the other room had started working.  I'm happy here.

Have I mentioned that there are antique quilts lining the guestroom hallway?  Gale just happened to remark there is a quilt shop just three doors down...yikes.  Keep repeating "that's not why I'm here, I have too many projects going as it is, that's not why I'm here..."