The Lamb has been serving ale on Hindon’s high street for 800 years. It’s a yard of England’s finest cloth, a place where shooting parties come to eat and farmers meet to chew the cud. Inside you find oak settles, roaring fires and painted panelling. A clipped Georgian elegance lingers; you almost expect Mr Darcy to walk in, give a tormented sigh, then turn on his heels and vanish. You’ll find flagstone floors, stripped boards, window seats and gilded mirrors, then a pine booth, where officials sat collecting tolls from passing travellers. At night, candles come out, as do some excellent wines, and you dig into lovely food: perhaps ham hock with piccalilli, roast quail with parsnips, bread and butter pudding. Refurbished rooms have pretty colours, crisp linen, smart bathrooms and Bakelite phones. Some even have their own private gardens. Expect padded headboards, lovely art, a huge lampshade or a claw-foot bath. Three suites in converted outhouses have an elegant contemporary style with vintage luggage, the odd chandelier and lovely bathrooms. Stourhead and Stonehenge are close.