Our post-lockdown compass points south-west, to Bath, whose Regency good looks, vibrant independent culture and architectural oomph have been clinging to my staycation list for years. The last time I graced the city’s fair crescents was for a university induction day, for Bristol. I’d prematurely jumped off the train, questioning my suitability for higher education altogether, but what I saw of this city, before the acute panic set in, was glorious. The Airbnb studio we’ve tracked down is in a film-set-ready Georgian pile tickled by roses and preened shrubs, plonked in the middle of this ancient city. I’ll then be leaving Bath for the bluebell woods in the Meon Valley, Hampshire, where a little cabin for two awaits – a contemporary expression of a rural idyll plus a fire for marshmallow roasting.