An elegant country-house hotel lost in beautiful hills with deep peace all around. Fifty acres of lawns, lakes and ancient woodland wrap around you, there’s a spa with treatment rooms, an indoor pool and a tennis court by the lake. You can sit in a hot tub and watch guests fish for their supper, try your luck on the nine-hole golf course, saddle up nearby and take to the hills. Come home to afternoon tea in the old-school drawing room, where an archipelago of rugs warms a brightly polished wood floor and chandeliers hang from the ceiling. The hotel opened over a hundred years ago; leather-bound fishing logs date to 1894. A feel of the 1920s lingers. Fires come to life in front of your eyes, grand pianos and grandfather clocks sing their songs, snooker balls knock about in the distance. Dinner is a treat, perhaps crab with Wasabi ice cream, duck with fennel and honey, blood orange cheesecake with chocolate sorbet. Lovely rooms wait. Most are suites: those in the house are warmly traditional, those in the lodge softly contemporary. The London train takes four hours and stops in the village.