Sausages by day, bed by nine, a perfect break

Me, The Boss and our sighthound Walter have just had the most wholesome holiday imaginable, so squeaky clean and healthy that my teenage self would've spat on the floor in disgust.

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A two-room cottage in the middle of no-where, days out to incredible towns, villages and a stately home that was hosting a vintage car rally, and up and out after breakfast after nine hours of solid sleep, all done dry as the driest of Dry Januaries.

Maybe these old timers are onto something, awake at 7am, do your day, dinner at 5pm, read for an hour or two to the sound of your favourite music and then flat out by 9pm. Clean living, there's a lot to be said for it.