Lawns run down to the lake, a path leads up to the woods; beyond is a garden for veg and a paddock for charging about. The view raises your spirit, the peace restores your soul. The two 18th-century stone lodges stand creeper-clung round a courtyard, the stables stand apart. Inside they’re unassuming and reassuringly dated but this is pure Swallows and Amazons; you’ll mainly be outside.
There are armchairs before open fires, and views through French doors to private terraces stretching out to the limpid lake and moorland. Kayaks are waiting on the jetty (with all the safety equipment), rich fishing and wild swimming too.
Walks abound and you are surrounded by donkeys, chickens and friendly dogs. Babysitting can be arranged if you ask ahead.