Knocking back a flute of museum-release 1992 Clover Hill sparkling wine in a tent before turning in is hardly roughing it. But it is just the extravagant nightcap to make one a very happy camper.
Only this isn’t exactly camping. There is a queen bed with linen, cushions and an electric blanket, a bedside table with scented candles and reading lamp, jute floor mats, slippers and Aesop toiletries for the piping-hot portable shower. Not to mention enough headroom under canvas to execute an aerial backflip.