We don't ask for reviews. Twenty guests have written so far on the public record, the average score is 4.9 out of 5 — and 100% have rated the location five stars. Below, a few of the notes guests have left at the house, lightly anonymised.
One hundred per cent of guests in the past year have rated this location five stars on the public record. It is the line we are quietly proudest of — better than any quote we could write ourselves. The bay is in front of the house, the national park starts at the waterline, and the nearest neighbouring property is nearly a thousand feet away.
We have stayed in a lot of beautiful houses over the years, and Woodstar is the first that felt designed entirely around getting out of its own way. Nothing is loud. The main house holds the cooking and the long table; the cottage holds the children. The pool sits between, with the cabana at the sand. We will be back next January, and probably the one after that.
One small note for the next family that comes — go to the beach at sunset, not noon. The light at five is the entire reason that beach exists.
Three generations under one roof, dietary requests spanning the entire alphabet, and somehow every meal felt like it had been thought about for hours. Tuesday's lobster on the Tuesday it came off the boat; Wednesday's pizza in the same kitchen, for the grandchildren. Quiet, unfussy, and the best food we have eaten outside of restaurants.
We have already written about coming back.
The sunset sail on our second night was the kind of evening you remember years later. Sails off ten minutes before the sun went down, anchored in eight feet of clear water, cocktails poured. We expected it to be the part of the trip we'd brag about — it turned out to be one slice of a week we now talk about endlessly.
The pigs at Big Major were exactly as advertised. Thunderball Grotto was not — it was better.
Our seven- and five-year-old never wanted to leave the bay. The water is shallow for a long way, the sand is soft to lie on, and the entire beach feels like a private extension of the house, because that is what it is. We took the paddleboards every morning before breakfast, found a sea turtle on Wednesday, and saw exactly two other humans in eight days.
D'Angelo took my son out to look for lobster after dinner one night. They came back without one, but the kid still talks about it.
It is the small things. The note on the welcome card. A bottle on the bar that we had mentioned, once, in an email. Shawn put fresh hibiscus on the table the morning of our anniversary — she had remembered the date from our first letter, three months earlier.
We will return for our fifteenth, in five years' time. It is already on the calendar.
Tell us when you are thinking of, who is travelling, and the kind of week you have in mind. We will write back the same day — personally, with availability and one or two quiet suggestions.
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