Imagine the scene. The rain has been hammering down the entire way. It’s dark. You find the house, unlock the front door and it swings open on to an immaculate hallway, pale-carpeted stairs stretching towards stylish bedrooms and bathrooms. The heating is on; to the left is a large lamp-lit sitting room with blonde floorboards and rugs, a wood-burner, posh sofas, books to browse; to the right a kitchen-diner, white tiled floor, huge wooden table and benches and on the table a hamper packed with bread, nibbles, biscuits, jam and chocolates. There is wine and milk in the fridge, and upstairs, on the blissfully comfortable beds, white bathrobes and slippers for every guest.