Cringletie’s splendours are hard to miss. You’re wrapped up in 65 acres of beautiful grounds with daffodils that erupt in spring, cows that graze in lush fields and a peaceful walled garden for a game of boules. Pheasants strut, buzzards circle, views roll over nearby hills. As for the house, it dates to 1860, its playful turrets giving it a soft grandeur. Inside, you get the full works: an open fire in the hall, then a fine old staircase that sweeps you up to a striking first-floor dining room that has the feel of an 18th-century gentleman’s club; expect panelled walls, vintage wallpapers and a spectacular muralled ceiling. There’s a sitting room up here, too – equally grand, with fat sofas in front of the fire. Bedrooms are scattered about. Some downstairs open onto the garden, those at the top have the best views. It doesn’t matter which you go for, they’re all lovely, with warm colours, crisp linen, comfy beds and excellent bathrooms. Take to the hills, follow the Tweed or scoot up to Edinburgh; it’s less than an hour by car.