Bolthole: a place where a person can escape & hide. Reader, I have found it: Godney Arts House, a three-bedroom cottage in Somerset. My London-addled brain is baffled by quite how remote it is-there are no street names, and the whole village lives happily under one postcode. Soulful moos from cows in the field opposite provide the only noise, and I’m nervously informed by its owners, Jane & Simon, that the wi-fi is weak. No matter I say, that’s perfect. What it lacks in signal Godney Arts House more than makes up for it in style. It’s a living, breathing gallery: walls are adorned with purchasable paintings, sculptures and posters (I dream-buy six pieces during our 48-hour stay). The decor is an eclectic mix of retro, industrial and Moroccan bazaar: a glass fronted sideboard in my bedroom is filled with vintage clocks, while a faneous swings from the ceiling of another. On bright days, light beams across the small sun-trap garden, through the living room (where a white stone Pegasus protrudes from a wall) and into the generous family kitchen. There are two double en-suite rooms and an attic family room, which would make a happy den for escapee kids. For all its artsy finesse, though, Godney Arts House is supremely comfortable and an ideal base for exploring Somerset, Glastonbury is 3 miles and Wells a little further. We venture to Glastonbury Tor, completing the short but breathless climb to Grade 1 listed St Michael’s Tower. Virtually next door to our base is The Sheppey Inn, the kind of pub that provides the proverbial cherry on the top of our mini-break cake. Mostly, though, our time is spent gathered around the wood-burning fire playing Articulate, lounging in the rolltop bathtub, or around the gorgeous copper-topped dining table eating lazy, late brunches. When it’s time to leave for the city, reconnecting to real life comes with a jolt. No matter-I/m already plotting my return to glorious Godney for another lullaby-quiet weekend. Cyan Turan January 2018