What kind of a name for a town is Little Snoring? Comes the question as we drive through some of the most wonderful countryside the country has to offer.

The traffic has been kind, apart from the odd tractor, we have hardly seen anyone. Driving up the sweeping drive, the frontage of The Grove reveals itself. The Georgian country house, which was built as a bolt-home for the Gurney family, is looking wonderfully inviting. I look at my watch, it’s exactly noon. We are two hours early. After a quick conversation, we decide to check in anyway hoping that the room is ready. It isn’t. We are assured that the housekeepers will prioritise it, and have a quick guided tour of The Grove. The Green room, for breakfast, The Study, where we have booked in for dinner, The Lounge with its cosy fireplace and cup of tea waiting for us, and the new Orangery bar. It all looks very welcoming, very homely. We ask if it is far into town to get a bite to eat. In response, Richard walks us into the gardens, shows us the path to the beach and town, the swimming pool and mentions that The Grove is now serving lunches, too.

That decides it, after a quick dip, we sit in on the conker lawn and listen to the birds; peace. The lunch of Cromer’s famed seafood and a locally sourced hand-crafted burger hits the spot with the precision of a laser-guided missile. Our room is ready for us. We unpack and enjoy the fact that I totally miscalculated the journey time and we now have the rest of the day stretching out in front of us. But first, it’s time for a little snoring.