The Lanes,
unhurried.
A humble beginning in 1940. Three houses on the East End's most coveted Lanes. Cedar-shingled, quietly renovated, stewarded by the same family for three generations.
A half-mile of privet hedge,
a village at its end.
Amagansett has always resisted improvement. Four blocks of Main Street, a farmers' market, the Atlantic at the end of every Lane. It is quieter than East Hampton, older than Montauk, and the summer people who know it tend to keep it to themselves.
Three narrow roads, tucked between hedgerows, running to the sea.
The Lanes — Bluff, Indian Wells, Further — are the oldest summer addresses in Amagansett. Shingled cottages sit behind walls of privet, their porches facing the Atlantic. The houses are old. The light, in August, is the oldest thing of all.
The porch faces east. The linens smell of the line. Everything else arranges itself.
Three houses.
One season.
Two on the Lanes themselves, set behind hedges within walking distance of the beach. And one gatehouse on the approach into Amagansett — the first you pass, the last you leave.
Extended stays, off-season rates, and full-season takes are arranged individually.
Our houses are not units. They are cared for — linens turned down on arrival, the lawn mown the morning you leave, the pantry stocked with what the caretaker thinks you ought to have.
We write back the same day.
Tell us which house, when you'd like to arrive, and any particulars. We reply personally.