Back at the hive, if the outdoor bath isn’t luxurious enough (run the taps well in advance; it takes about an hour to fill), there’s also a shared hot tub under an oak tree, from which you can watch squirrels darting around the twisting, moonlit branches.

Climbing into the fairylight-strewn bed at the end of a hard day relaxing is made all the more enjoyable by the strategically placed faux-fur rugs to nestle cold toes into. There are no curtains, so you are woken naturally by light through the porthole window. Light sleepers: bring an eye mask. And maybe ear plugs; another quirk of the structure is its noises – the creaks and squeaks come into their own under cover of darkness. These little peculiarities only add to Humble Bee’s charm, though. And there’s nothing quite like the buzz you get from spending the weekend here (sorry, couldn’t resist).

Spend the night in a gigantic beehive