The setting here is magical: rushes flutter in the salt marsh, raised paths lead off to the sea, a vast sky hangs overhead. The windmill, now with new sails, dates to 1713. It became a house in the 1920s, the family home of James Blunt no less. Square rooms are bigger, a couple have sofas, while round rooms in the tower are impossibly romantic (one is for mountaineers only). Six rooms are in the mill and you really want to go for these, though the cottage is set up for self-catering and visiting dogs. Inside, you find the loveliest drawing room – low ceiling, open fire, stripped floorboards and a cute little window seat. Bedrooms have a chic feel with Farrow & Ball colours, beautiful fabrics, the odd claw-foot bath. Those in the tower (with compact shower rooms) get smaller as you rise, but the view improves with every step; there’s a viewing platform halfway up for all. You eat in a pretty dining room, perhaps crab fishcakes, Norfolk Lamb, pear tarte tatin with cinnamon ice cream. But plans are afoot to build an orangery and when it’s ready, you’ll eat there surrounded by the walled garden.