Two villas on the same harbour, one headland apart, both built by men who spent more than they had.
Spring, if you can manage it. The second half of this day I have planned but not yet walked.
Both houses face water and both are best in the morning, before the harbour light turns hard and flattens the rooms. October gave me a warm, clear day at Elizabeth Bay and I would take that weather again without hesitation.
They are a headland apart, which sounds like nothing and is not. Whatever way you go — road, ferry, or a long walk you will enjoy more than you expect — allow the middle of the day for the crossing rather than trying to fold both into one morning.
I have been inside one of the two. Vaucluse I reached on the wrong afternoon and looked at from outside the gate, which is not the same thing and will not be written up as though it were.