Harriet Sime 'It reminds me of Disneyland,' my sister – a mother of two – remarks as we meander along the drive, across bridges that pass manicured lawns and ponds with sprinkling fountains before pulling up outside the country house hotel. Two men dressed in waistcoats greet us at the glass sliding doors, and we walk past rosy-cheeked families in fluffy robes, no doubt on their way back from the spa, as we make our way to the soaring lobby.