The unpretentious stone manor sits high up on the hillside looking down over a vast landscape of arable farmland with the wooded valley of the Vienne in the distance: a large wood protects the house from the north. Wind up a pretty driveway through mature trees, then all opens out and you arrive at the east wing. Very charming. The house has been in Françoise’s family for ever (she grew up here) and she and Patrick tend it with loving care, as they do their guests. Period elegance drifts through the bedrooms, named after four great grandmothers: three in the main building with canopied beds, parquet floors and antiques, and a family suite on the top floor of the west wing which has more of a contemporary feel with fresh white painted walls. Serenity reigns supreme; breakfast (continental with homemade jams) is served in the old music room, on good porcelain – fresh flowers sit on the marble mantelpiece. Wander the grassy, natural garden to find a good spot for reading, or join your hosts for an aperitif on the balustraded terrace or under the spreading lime tree. If houses could sing, this one surely would.