Attleborough is mentioned in the Domesday Book. Its weekly market is 800 years old, its monastery suffered at the hands of Henry VIII and a fire swept through in 1559. These days it’s a sleepy English country town with a good line in street names: Defunct Passage, Surrogate Precinct and Thieves Lane all bring a smile. It’s also well-positioned for Norwich, Snetterton, Thetford Forest, even Bury St Edmunds and Cambridge, making The Mulberry Tree a great little base for minor explorations. Airy interiors come in Farrow & Ball colours with stripped floors, big mirrors and contemporary art on the walls. There’s a buzzing bar for local ales, a restaurant for super food and a terrace for sunny days. Best of all are the nicely priced rooms. Expect big beds, crisp linen, padded heads, flat-screen TVs. Willow twigs stand six feet high, mirrors lean against the wall, there are cushioned wicker chairs and excellent tongue-and-groove bathrooms. Back downstairs, try Suffolk ham, free-range eggs and hand-cut chips in the bar, or slip into the restaurant for a three-course feast. Perfect for those who want to explore.