Down quiet lanes to the house that Charlie was born in – her young family are the third generation to live here. Bright bedrooms up in the eaves have oak beams, gingham armchairs and comfy beds; small bathrooms, recently revamped. Hop down for homelaid eggs, homemade bread, sausages, bacon and black pudding from down the road – outside when the sun shines, or by the fire in the dining room. Children will love it: dogs, rabbits, hens all happy to have a pat, a swing, log cabin, dens and Flappy the cockerel too. Roses and gangs of cheerful hollyhocks dot the gardens, you can roam the woodland and owls hoot you to sleep. Charming.