A deliciously wild, remote family house full of simplicity and soul – definitely not for ardent hedonists or those who crave the cutting edge. Getting here is huge fun: across moorland, down a long and winding farm track, opening and shutting gates, chatting to sheep, wondering if you are lost in this lovely National Park, then spotting the white chimney stacks of Glyn Garth. You enter into a stone-floored living room with rush matting, a log-burner, mishmash of cosy furniture, shelves of books and a record player (there’s an eclectic vinyl collection upstairs too.) The kitchen is refreshingly antiquated and cluttered but sweet and serviceable, there’s another living room next door to it with a huge open fire and antique wooden settles. Bedrooms (one downstairs) are plain and unpretentious: books, simple lamps, Welsh blankets, deep window sills, views; bathrooms are fresh. Families and friends, people who like walking, birdwatching, beaches, picnics, fires, books and music (no TV or WiFi, and phone signals can be hit and miss) will be in heaven. The local pub, owned by Bessy who serves you a pitcher of Bass, hasn’t changed since the 1920s.