Far-reaching, warm, golden marshland provides a striking backdrop to Margaret and Ian Snaith’s Victorian farmhouse hotel. Check-in is ‘swift and friendly’ in the ‘mood-lifting’ foyer. The ‘cosy’ lounge has a merry fire, a ‘comically long’ sofa and plenty of guides, newspapers and hand-drawn walking maps to borrow. The pretty conservatory sees Eric Snaith, the owners’ son, and Chris Mann’s modern menu, perhaps Norfolk quail, sweet root vegetables. ‘We mopped up our deliciously charred, salty mackerel starter; a mango and white chocolate “almost trifle” was a tangy end to the meal.’ Most rooms, in the main house or outbuildings, are decorated in the hues of the landscape; each has a large bed, some a reclaimed wooden headboard. ‘Our unassuming room, in the handsome annexe, was comfortable, spacious and nicely warm on a drizzly night. From a silent night’s sleep, we awoke to birdsong.’ A ‘sterling’ breakfast is ‘all about the details’: a pat of softened butter; a small ramekin of home-made marmalade. ‘A heroic selection of moreish granola and dark yellow scrambled eggs were handily polished off.’ ‘Great twitching just up the road.’ More reports, please.