Arriving under the cover of darkness only heightens the anticipation as we wind our way up the mile-long drive that snakes languorously towards Beaverbrook hotel. Lights aglow it twinkles conspiratorially as we approach passing a neat line of Bentleys and Rolls Royces.
We barely have time to disembark before an impeccably dressed member of staff darts out to greet us by name ushering us in from the cold. The arrival is touchingly personal.