After nearly a week at my little farmhouse apartment, it was time to move into the chalet, as the ‘Penthouse guests’ had left that morning. I had got quite used to my farmhouse hideaway. With no Wi-Fi, no telly, good food and lots of cycling, my blood pressure was back to normal. Being wedged between a cow milking parlour and a barn did bring the flies, but cosiness, the flock mattress and the linen sheets made up for it (I know flock mattresses aren’t normally known for their comfort, but this was an exception). Oh well, penthouse it was!