Winter breaks are where the English countryside hotels really come into their own, if you ask me. Cosy fires, candlelit dinners and bracing walks to banish a headful of cocktails. Perhaps the ultimate place in this regard is officially (now I’ve been) the Four Seasons in Hampshire.
Alright its hardly news that the legendary hotel chain (which opened its first hotel in Toronto in 1961) do the whole luxury stay thing very well, but it just hits particularly right at Christmas when it become a kind of dream world for families.
