I still think about the bed. The never-ending mattress crowned by a green velvet and walnut headboard. The heavy, silky duvet you could get lost in. Switches that control everything from mattress firmness to mood lighting. It’s the stuff of dreams.

I have to confess, I was nursing a slight birthday hangover when I spent my first night at Palma’s Can Bordoy hotel. But when I awoke and my suite’s two-storey curtains parted, the Majorcan sun streamed in and I felt like a woman reborn. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept so long or so well.

Majorca travel: unwind at a luxury hideaway in Palma’s old town