The strangest sight on my Windemere visit was in the master bedroom, which was added to the cottage in recent years. On a nightstand shelf, the current owners had stashed a bunch of books: popular novels by the likes of James Patterson and David Baldacci. I don’t know what I was expecting to see. James Joyce? F. Scott Fitzgerald?
Here’s a photo of the cottage’s main room. Back in the day, the Hemingway children (including Ernest) slept on the mattresses in front of the windows, like the green one to the left of the fireplace.