A king room with a deep window seat over the lane, a wood-burner, and rather more books than strictly necessary.
Ten Acre is at the front of the inn, above the porch, with two sash windows that look down the lane towards the ford. The window seat between them is the best spot in the house for a pot of tea and the weather — long enough to lie down on, with a reading lamp and a stack of cushions.
There is a small cast-iron wood-burner, laid and ready; we bring up a basket of logs at turndown. The bed is a proper king with a horsehair mattress and an eiderdown, and the wardrobe is the original one, painted about nine times.
The bathroom is en-suite, tucked behind the chimney breast — a roll-top bath with a shower over it, thick towels, and a window that actually opens. It is not a large room; it is a room you settle into.