On Friday evening, straight from work, myself and a group of friends drove the short distance from Bristol to Frampton-on-Severn in Gloucestershire to begin a weekend of lazy luxury at The Orangery. When I agreed to this trip a few months ago, I had no idea what sort of property we would be staying in. As a group, we like to go away once or twice a year to catch up and our criteria doesn’t tend to stretch much further than wine, beds and budget. This time last year saw us all pile in to a central London flat whilst our most recent effort was a wooden chalet in Woolacombe, which saw 8 of us sleeping in one room on triple bunk beds. It was then with a great deal of surprise that we arrived to such grandeur. We were most definitely not in Kanas anymore.