At the end of an isolated track, with Lymington three miles behind, you emerge to find a magical shoreline, and a cottage spacious and bright, its toes touching the Solent. It has its own mooring and was once a smugglers’ inn. Now dunes and garden (with barbecue) blend into one, waves lap, gulls cry, and shingle paths weave through thrift and sea lavender to the beach. Inside has a calm, airy and coastal feel. Walls and stairs are white, 1930s parquet has a misty wash, vibrant pottery, textiles and art add zing. Vintage old mixes with clean-cut modern, there’s a wood-burner for cosiness and a sun room for hunkering down in and watching the storm clouds blow in. Upstairs: five bedrooms. Mattresses are fabulous, boards are topped with kilims, linen is white and crisp, and from little cottage windows treasured views through tamarisk trees reach to the Isle of Wight. Beachcombers, birdwatchers and fishermen will be happy Larrys all day long; families can book in storytellers, magicians, chefs. And, should you have the inclination to stray, the New Forest is unmatched trekking and biking terrain.