First, a gin and tonic was brought to our room. I ran the deepest, bubbliest bath in the grey marble bathroom - heated underfoot and warm as toast - where I sipped and read to my heart's content. We dressed for dinner, and another treat awaited us down in the dining room. After a Bellini or two at the bar, we made our way to the table and sat - surprise! - with Anne and Will, friends who live nearby in Somerset. To start, I chose the roasted squash with mozzarella and chilli, which was something else. All the buttons pressed: salt, cream, heat, and so much flavour. Ben's pizza was exactly how pizza should be - thin, delicious, not overly-topped, cooked to perfection in the bakery pizza oven. Chat, wine, laughter, that lively hum of a busy restaurant. All such a treat, such pleasure.
Too stuffed for pudding, we stumbled back to our room and sank into the fluffy white bed. Tipsy and tired, we fell asleep with the telly on. Next morning, we awoke to find a little paper bag hung on the door held two perfectly-baked croissants that we ate in bed. Crumbs everywhere.