Burgh is unique – grand English Art Deco trapped in aspic. Noël Coward loved it, Agatha Christie wrote here. It’s more than a hotel – you come to join a cast of players – so bring your pearls and come for cocktails under a stained-glass dome. By day you lie on steamers in the garden, watch gulls wheeling overhead, dip your toes into Mermaid’s pool or try your hand at croquet. At night you dress for dinner, sip vermouth in a palm-fringed bar, then shuffle into the ballroom to dine on super organic food while serenaded by the sweet sounds of swing and jazz. Potter about and find flowers in vases four-feet high, bronze ladies thrusting globes into the sky, walls clad in Vitrolite, a 14th-century smugglers inn. Art Deco bedrooms have Bakelite telephones, ancient radios, bowls of fruit, panelled walls. Some have balconies, others have claw-foot baths, the Beach House suite juts out over rocks and has a sofa that looks out to sea. There’s snooker, tennis, a sauna and a treatment room, then a sea tractor that can often outwit the tide. On sunny mornings, you may need your dark glasses at breakfast!