A working rare-breed farm in an area of great beauty, a Jacobean farmhouse with oodles of history. Behind mullioned windows is an interior crammed with curios and family pieces, panelled walls and wonky floors… hurl a log on the fire and watch it roar. Rooms with views have four-posters; one bathroom flaunts rich red antique fabrics. The house sits on a north-facing slope and the three-acre garden runs out on the south side into a series of five terraces, each one topped by neatly clipped yews. Chris inherited the house, then set to expand and improve the garden into a place of exploration, rest and relaxation; many seats are dotted here and there for lovely views. There is humour and quirk too: an extensive perennial border sports a huge stone table which was once part of the entrance to Lancaster’s municipal baths, and an old goods railway carriage is now a garden summerhouse. Yew trees, hedge walls and terraces mean that you have to wander to see the full value of the garden, and guests are encouraged to stay as long as they want. Chris and Margaret are passionate hosts who serve great breakfasts too – eggs from their own hens, sausages and bacon from their pigs and home-grown tomatoes. A peaceful place.