A country house hotel hardly qualifies as such without a mile-long drive and Grade I-listed gardens, so choose carefully when planning your next weekend escape. Hotel Endsleigh, the Devonshire gem nestled at the edge of Dartmoor, is the kind of rambling English manor everyone longs to own or wishes they were about to be bequeathed by a very rich old uncle. Akin to stepping into the pages of Nancy Mitford's The Pursuit of Love, it's the epitome of all things U and I defy anyone to find a hotel that better captures the romance and marvellous eccentricities of rural aristocratic living. "Life is sometimes sad and often dull, but there are currants in the cake, and here is one of them." Tucked with said copy by Miss Mitford under my arm and half expecting Uncle Matthew to boom a rather frightening welcome as I stepped into the wood-pannelled hall with its original fireplace, the round table bearing a magnificent, yet suitably rustic and autumnal floral arrangement strai