A warm bed in the country

I spent this last weekend in the country with friends. When I say 'the country', I mean it in most quintessentially English way possible -- chintz curtains, geese squawking at 6am and many references to Jane Austen. There are few places I'd rather wake up than in a warm bed in the country, sun streaming through flowery curtains, the smell of bacon and toast and coffee wafting up steep stairs... wish you could have been there.