…and why I’m booking another as soon as possible.
Last weekend, I found myself at a loose end for the simple reason that S was going to be away doing some fun solo travelling (he still is away, in fact) and I didn’t want to miss out on the fun. So to compensate I found a nice looking hotel and clicked the book button.When the spa weekend arrived, I couldn’t have been happier. An entire weekend alone* fills some people with dread, but not me. Here’s why I absolutely loved my spa weekend away.
You can starfish the bed ¦¦ What a luxury to be able to use all the pillows, all the duvet(s, in my case) and not worry about anyone else getting miffed. Also to have an extra heater in the room just to make sure things are nice and toasty, and not have to worry about it being too stuffy for anyone else.
Note: I’ll be peppering this post with pictures I took during my stay. Some will be relevant, some won’t. Just go with it.
You can take as long to get ready as you like ¦¦ Particularly after a swim, when I was hotter than the sun in the changing rooms having a flap and everything was clinging to me damply and hurrying just was not going to happen. At that point I was very glad there was nobody waiting for me impatiently in the corridor outside. I could even catch up on the news thanks to the in-changing room tv. I’m now fully versed on all things IDS.
You can catch up on your reading ¦¦ I didn’t need to worry about having to make conversation with anyone, think of interesting things to say, or go to bed at a sensible time. I could just read.
No fighting over hanger space ¦¦ Because the space in my room was quite stingy, as you can see. Actually, I didn’t even need to hang anything up because…
You can look like a massive scruff the entire weekend and not care ¦¦ I’m not one of those people who is all, “romance is dead, you should always put on your heels and pearls for your partner” but as comfortable as you are around each other, there’s nothing quite like slobbing out alone.
You can hog the bathroom ¦¦ Nobody else needs to come in and use it, so you can luxuriate in the shower as long as you want. I even had time to moisturise.
You can go to the gym at dinner time ¦¦ Not traditionally a popular time to visit the gym, as everyone is sensibly eating… This means there’s literally nobody else there, which is just much more preferable for all concerned.
You can go on little wandering explorations ¦¦ Some travel companions don’t like it when you say let’s just see where this path goes shall we? I have no idea why. S is normally just as bad at this as me but I’m not sure he’d have been as interested as I was to discover the first bowling green in the UK. It takes some work to get a lawn that flat, that’s all I’m saying.
I stayed at the Crowne Plaza Heythrop Park, located in Oxfordshire, for about £100 not including breakfast or spa treatments. They’ve got some good midweek offers so if that’s something you can do, I’d really recommend it. It’s a very quiet hotel with great facilities and lovely walks. My hotel review in brief reads as follows:
> Spa treatments – my manicure was one of the best I’ve had in an extremely long time, and reasonably priced
> Leisure facilities – just what you need, clean, nice. Job done.
> Rooms and decor – ditto. A change on the usual hotel decor, I think.
> Walks – the hotel is surrounded by beautiful parkland which you can walk, run or cycle around. They even have bikes for hire at reception.
> Service – the front desk were extremely helpful and friendly at all times. The restaurant staff were not so good.
> Food – the restaurant was not great for dinner. Lunch was passable, and breakfast was a bit on the sad side. Unfortunately you don’t really have any other options as you’re in the middle of nowhere.
> Hanging space – see above!
> Leisure facility location – you do have to go for a 5 minute walk from the hotel outside (gasp) to get to the leisure facilities. This didn’t bother me overmuch because the scenery on the way was quite pretty. However if you’ve just sweated it out in the gym then have to plunge back into freezing temperatures to shiver your way back to your room it’s not the most pleasant, I’ll admit.