A few days or a moment before another lock-down, we spent a weekend in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere, windswept, leaves blowing across the old graveyard at the Norman Church (dating from 1170) across from the uniquely intimate, eccentric and beautiful pink thatched-roof "Palmers", one might might think of it as a perfect secret hide-out for writers, architects, and former spies who need a quiet place to reflect and enjoy very good food at the restaurant beneath the hotel run by Dana. The name of the Hotel was explained to me, so I remember it now in my own way (after the drummer of Emerson, Lake & Palmer). The was a digital fireside next to our table, a fall back to the 21st century; the cuisine excellent, the young staff beautiful and attentive, the night in a very comfortable spacious room with chapel-like ceiling/wooden beams exquisite, no distractions (in spite of halloween), no evil spirits, also no joy in the old Norman church (12 parishioners attending), lively ladybugs crawling on tombstones, and a fabulous old pair of binoculars found at the Antiques store. The rest: gusty winds and a black cabbage field which was remarkable. Palmers can be highly recommended by us, most likely we'll come back in November light.