The resort has just 50 rooms and six garden villas in a former late-19th-century mansion surrounded by gardens and woodland, with commanding views. Ask for a river view room, or a terrace. The décor is an uber-stylish mix of country retreat meets streamlined modern, all in soft sage, slate grey and fawn.
Ireland. Land of the Leprechauns, the best Guinness, the friendliest people, Molly Malone, cockles and mussels and U2 to name but a few. And nowadays, home to spa hotels to rival the world's best. Being Irish I am sure you'll think I'm being biased. But if you don't agree, then we will have to roll up our sleeves and scuffle it out like the fighting Irish!
I arrived on a Friday night to be met with a smile. The place is grand and gorgeous, and you instantly regret not getting the broken wing mirror on your Clio fixed when driving in. We stayed in the Lancelot Suite . I was told it was 'only' a Junior suite, but that included a huge bed, wardrobes, separate shower, self-standing bath, two sinks and a huge terrace.
For centuries dating as far back as 3000 BC, India would've been regarded as not so much a country, but more a collection of evolving kingdoms and sprawling empires. Each with their own ruling dynasties, customs, culture, cuisine and fashion. The nation may be unified as one nowadays, but the remnants of this land's rich and diverse heritage still lives on.
An unassuming seaside village on the Roseland peninsula in Cornwall, St Mawes reminds me of my childhood. I go there regularly to pick up shells and sea glass from the pebbly beaches, paddle in the sea, walk along the coastal path, have picnics and stare for hours at the changing colours of the ocean.
In the lower level of the hotel, the spa is discreet and quiet, and has a magnificent original apothecary display. You feel as though you are Alice in her slightly eccentric Wonderland. The door to your treatment room has an Alice style mirror with the number of your room - the door opens as you approach it, as if by magic!
Like many people, I suffer from back problems, coupled with various other physical symptoms of spending too many hours on a keyboard. As a consequence, my muscular aches and pains are murder and I am always looking for some kind of miracle cure... I heard that the so-called 'muscle whisperer' Rohan Quarry Day was holding court at the COMO Shambhala Urban Retreat at the Metropolitan Hotel on Park Lane in London for the next two months, so I had to book a session.
When I think of Crete I think of warmth. Not the perennial warm climate, nor the clear warm waters of the Aegean Sea, but the warmth of its people. Cretans are known for their genuine kindness, loyalty and hospitality, their Greek filoxenia (love of strangers). Mind you, I guess you would be pretty happy when you reside somewhere of such beauty.
I have a strange relationship with my stomach. It's a bit like the one I had with my first boyfriend - I really love it, but I treat it mean. Since hitting 30, it's being mean back. I've noticed a circle of flesh around my belly button that feels like a doughnut - come to think of it, it may be a doughnut.