Just got back from the coast and had a wonderful time. We're already talking about when we can go back. The hotel was great. It was opened in 1880 and is like something right out of Agatha Christie. I kept waiting for Poirot to walk into the restaurant twiddling his mustache. It was very child-friendly too and Tobes is wiped out from the weekend.
We went swimming, Tobes and J played some mini-golf, Tobes and I walked around the garden and orchard, and we all went down to the beach. J and I were also scrubbed and rubbed and I was also covered in mud, wrapped in cellophane and then covered in a blanket that looked like aluminum foil while having my head covered in oil and then massaged. It was heaven though I did for one second wonder what I would do if the fire alarm went off. I was naked, covered in various ungents and wrapped up like the Thanksgiving turkey.
At the beginning of my treatment I did my best to maintain some sense of modesty by keeping the towel over me but soon realised that trying to get me to maneuver around on one of those treatment tables is like trying to get a walrus to turn over on a 2X4. Modesty soon flew out the window. By the end of it the gal was washing the mud off my back in the shower for me. I have no shame.
We finished the weekend with a full afternoon tea in the sitting room at the hotel. It was gorgeous - tea, tiny sandwiches, scones with jam and clotted cream and four different kinds of cake. So we're back home now, all tired but happy and much less stressed than we were on Saturday morning. Pics to follow soon.
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oh i'm so envious.... what was the name of the hotel? i need details!:)
It's called the Hythe Imperial Hotel. Very English as in no AC and quite shabby chic but wonderful if you like that kind of thing. I was in heaven. Tobes and I were both almost in tears when we left.
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