The position here is hard to beat. Views head out to sea, the coastal path sweeps you away, six acres of beautiful gardens drop down to a private beach. As for Driftwood, Cape Cod meets Cape Cornwall, with chic, airy interiors at every turn. The sitting room is stuffed with beautiful things – fat armchairs, deep sofas, driftwood lamps, a smouldering fire – while big windows pull in the view. In summer, doors open onto a decked terrace for breakfast and lunch in the sun. Bedrooms are gorgeous (all but one have sea views), some big, others smaller, one in a cabin halfway down the cliff with its own terrace. All have the same clipped elegance: warm colours, big beds, white linen, wicker chairs. There are Roberts radios on bedside tables, cotton robes in excellent bathrooms. Drop down to the dining room for a Michelin-starred dinner, perhaps lemon sole with crystallised ginger, local lamb with candied pine nuts, spiced pineapple with lemongrass and lime. There are high teas for children, hampers for beach picnics and rucksacks for walkers. On clear nights the sky is full of stars. Brilliant.