You could imagine you were in a French château: the roofs are slated, the walls a patchwork of old stone, plants and bushes. Swing open the door, cross the flagged courtyard and ascend the stair to the wing; you feel private here yet remain part of this hugely happy house. The courtyard wing doesn’t try to be spectacular, just cosy and human, well-decorated and generous. There’s a small but comfortable sitting room with a wood-burner (help yourself to logs), it’s a place for children to escape the adults in the kitchen, or vice-versa. The kitchen is big – a sociably large table, modern kitchen units, an old dresser, bold-checked curtains – and the sight and sound of the rushing river fills the room. Bedrooms are simple, rustic, with a familial mix of old furniture, stand-alone basins and plain carpets. You won’t ever run out of things to do here – there are 40 acres to roam and the river is a real draw; take a canoe if you can, spend all day teasing the waters, build a rope bridge… You feel miles from anywhere but Brecon is just four miles. Very special.