Such a creative and friendly place. As you park your car by the ancient cider press and make your way through the amazing garden you know you’re in for a treat. The village arrives once a year to crush their apples and revel in the rewards, and the garden is a delight to bask or paint in. Your diminutive south-facing annexe is a homemade addition to Pat and Dave’s 1730s miller’s cottage. Sheep’s wool insulation and Dartmoor slate keep the local feel; a bed head recycled from a shop counter, bright abstracts by an artist friend and jugs of wild flowers add originality. Step straight into the Shaker-style bedroom which, with its wood-burner snug in the inglenook, doubles as your sitting area. The kitchen, with a limed oak floor and free-standing units, has all you need for a simple supper. Tavistock’s famers’ market and famous deli, Crebers, will provide the ingredients; or it’s half a mile to the pub. Cycle route 27 passes close by (mountain bike-expert Dave may help lead you off-road) and walkers will be in heaven exploring the 3,000-year-old bronze age hut circles. Peaceful, welcoming, perfect.