Head straight through the back door into a cosy kitchen, where you peel potatoes looking out over the garden and trees, chat to the cook by the long counter, throw the windows open to the outdoors. A key will be sent in the post ahead of time, so let yourselves in.
On chilly days light a fire from the stash of kindling, unplug and enjoy – a curl of wood smoke scenting the air, the only sound the crackle of flames, birdsong and the popping of corks when you open the wine. Upstairs there are three snuggly bedrooms, and outside the kind of garden that invites young ones to go semi-feral – building dens, playing pirates and adventuring in the long grass and ferns. City dwellers will love the wildness.
Spend lazy days pedalling the quiet lanes of Finistère where the pace of life is slow. Potter between chapels and churches, brocantes and farmers’ markets, and return to nap in the hammock under the dappled sun.