"I could have sworn I was in the Cotswolds. I strolled around the impossibly perfect grounds, my only regret the lack of time for a game of tennis at one of the two courts. Because, alas, it was time for dinner again—and surrounded by farmland, Troutbeck is a place where farm-to-table makes proper sense, as a meal there will make toothsomely clear to you. (Oh, the pork chop!) One last trip to the bar, a few racks of pool in the sunroom. It was almost a shame to go to bed—except, what a bed! I could have relaxed at Troutbeck for a week."