Villa Angelo

I love everything about this lovely old stone house, perched on a hillside in Motovun in Croatia. It belongs to Ben, a friend of my husband Archie; he and his family have spent years restoring it - building cupboards from reclaimed timber, sourcing original copper baths - and it's finally available to rent (it sleeps six). Every detail - from the glass table lamps to the shade of green on the bedroom walls - is in the best possible taste and has me itching to redecorate. For prices and availability, visit the very smart new website. Pictures: Villa Angelo.

Beach Candy

If I were about to head off on holiday, I'd be tempted by the summery things - kaftans, sunhats and dresses for the beach - from Sophie Paget's company, Beach Candy. Everything is designed and made - hand-woven, hand-printed, hand-dyed etc - in India, where Sophie lives. Pictures: Beach Candy.

ASOS Marketspace

Sarah Hunnam's weekend in Norfolk, as posted on ASOS's Marketspace, looks lovely. I must track down that butterdish, top right, for my own breakfast table.

These beautiful photographs are by the talented lady behind Wellies and Vogue - thank you for pointing that out, Lynne!

Beach shack

This wooden beach shack, sadly only available to filmcrews and photographers (from TurnKey Locations), would be the perfect spot for a honeymoon.

The Cetinje Ethnography Museum

Last summer, on holiday in Montenegro, Archie and I visited an amazingly romantic museum in the tiny mountain town of Cetinje. The Ethnography Museum is housed in a little white-painted cottage off a dusty square, and is filled with the most evocative collection of historic Balkan folk clothes. I wanted to spend hours there, examining the treasures: shepherds' waistcoats trimmed with bells and bobbles, hand-woven and embroidered shawls, colourful knitted socks and lace-trimmed nighties. It was extraordinary to think that really not that long ago - maybe only 100 years - everyday people would have worn these handmade treasures, and had these extraordinary skills - lacemaking, weaving, embroidery - that are all but lost these days. There was a trestle table by the entrance, selling hand-embroidered tunics, and Archie bought me one. We felt strangely sad coming out into the real world, to see everyone in tracksuits and trainers.