Somewhere in the distance there's a gentle chorus of bleating sheep. I stretch out in my four poster, king-size bed as the light pours in under the cream cotton drapes. Opening them reveals a bucolic scene: mist rising off the hills, a tractor bouncing along a distant ridge, a green field speckled with brown cows. I ponder my first move of the day: a quick dunk in the heated, indoor pool or a breakfast of eggs from the coop before walking the dog?
