Your room was calling you : you returned to the hall where the thick walls maintained a soothingly refreshing temperature.

Curiosity encouraged you to snatch a passing glimpse of the suite of ground floor rooms. You took in the sitting room with its fireplace, and spotted the breakfast table. An ancient edition of the Melodies of Schumann sat shamelessly on the piano next to ragtime scores and Renaissance songs.

Right at the end was the XVII th century kitchen, which also opened onto the garden. Surely a cat was dozing on a chair . But shhhh….. !