Scott Creek Farm

Whimsical and very homey! We had a private canopy queen bed and spacious bathroom, with all the toiletries you could ever need! Hosts were delightful. Don greeted us when we arrived in the evening, and showed us to our room. The space has a coffee maker, toaster for bagels/English muffins, cereal, and a microwave and mini fridge. The canopy bed was such a beautiful statement piece! Decor was outstanding, very maximalist with items from all over the world. So fun to look at! In the morning, we walked down to the babbling brook and explored the forest a little! Lots of garden art everywhere, very fun. Mary was gardening in the morning, and showed us around the property! She was delightful. Overall just a beautiful stay, would recommend!

It was lovely, private, and a quiet little get away! I enjoyed every detail! The bed was so comfortable!!The patio and garden was enchanting!

I missed the turn off the main road. It would be nice if there was some kind of sign viewable in both directions. The first time I turned too soon and went down a dirt road only barely wide enough for one vehicle and no way to turn around without traveling the entire way to the end of the road over a very slim bridge and all the way up to a cul-de-sac of homes to turn around before I could come back. I was in a rental car and quite frankly it was a scary experience.

Unique and eclectic decor, comprehensive bathroom items for guests to use, super comfortable bed, and very friendly hosts that greeted us even though we arrived late at night. Definitely recommend a stay at Scott Creek Farm. The property is awesome as well, with a. creek running through that you can sit at and listen to the water. Breakfast provided was also simple but tasty and more than we needed.

The hostess was sweet and the bed was comfortable, and that’s about it.

First, the driveway was not marked well, and it was hard to find. The presentation of the house was dismal. The front garden was bedraggled and dried out. I almost turned around before I opened my car door, but the hostess emerged and greeted me kindly, so we went to look at the room, which is a freestanding apartment. This was approached by a series of cinderblock and rock paths and stairs, which were extremely uneven. Likewise, the wooden stairs climbing to the back porch were of differing heights, and the handrail was difficult to reach for the first couple of steps. In short, this place is not accommodating to anyone with any kind of mobility issues. The hostess clearly knew this, as she was hovering and offering help all the way into the apartment. The apartment was fine; clean, but very eccentrically decorated, with an apparent attempt to achieve a quaint ambience. The garden view was a deteriorating backyard with old furniture stashed in inconspicuous spots. It all seems as though what might have been pretty once has gone to seed. Monique, the hostess, was almost intrusive in her concern that I would hurt myself returning to the apartment after dark, and when taking my belongings to and from the car. While I appreciated her help, she acted as if I were a toddling elder, rather than a 77-year-old woman who needed assistance with her suitcase.