At the end of the lane, firm on its hillside, Rigourdaine breathes space, sky, permanence. The square-yarded manor farm, originally a stronghold with moat and all requisite towers, now looks serenely out over estuary and rolling pastures, and offers a sheltering embrace. The reception/bar in the converted barn is a good place to meet the friendly, attentive master of the manor, properly pleased with his excellent conversion. A high open fireplace warms a sunken sitting well; the courtyard, a gravelled enclosure overlooking the estuary, is made for lounging in the sun; breakfast is at long tables laid with bright mats. Refurbished (or in the process) rooms are attractive and comfortable: Iranian rugs on plain carpets, coordinated contemporary-chic fabrics in pleasing colours, some fine old furniture, pale bathrooms with all essentials. Six ground-floor rooms have private terraces onto the garden – ideal for sundowners. Everywhere, atmosphere is lent by old timbers and antiques, and always the long limpid view. Great for families, cyclists, sailors, walkers.