The house glows golden in its ancient stone. Steps lead up from the driveway and garden and deliver you to an open-plan living area – large, lovely and awash with light. Aged tommettes on the floor, chestnut beams above, a fine red rug and big sofas, and a fireplace that dates from 1450. It’s a privilege to stay in such a house, so cosy in winter with its toasty upper floors, so delightful in summer with its unfenced (but child-alarmed) pool. There are three café-restaurants in Cazals, a short drive, but if you have chefs in your party they’ll not want to leave; the kitchen is both sociable and well-equipped. The sink is original, the range is capacious, the long dining table stands centre stage and the antique cupboard is brimful of glass and white crockery… like something out of Beatrix Potter. One bedroom is on the garden level, very private, three are under the rafters; walls are white, beds are French antique (so not huge). The part-fenced garden is not ideal for tinies but for older ones it’s bliss: space to run around in, ping-pong in the basement.