We dreamed along the corridor and into a large room decorated in velvet and chrome.

There were two tables set in front of multi-pane windows.

You could sit and enjoy views of the river and even hear the rush of water over the weir.

To be invited to the Chateau Tres Belle was lucky. Only twelve guests could stay and enjoy the lavish yet restrained nouveau-shindig decor, the rare food, and delicate beverages.

A waft of their signature blend of fine tea brewed with precision, was enough to relax the frazzled and rest the weary.

Most of us came away from a five day stay having composed a symphony or written an epic saga. It was that sort of place.