What do you do when you realise you’ve accidentally booked you and your boyfriend onto an 18-30s-style clubbing holiday? This was the question I was faced with earlier this year. After our gaw-juss holiday to Santorini last year, this year we decided to book somewhere a bit more cheap’n’cheerful (that house deposit isn’t going to fund itself, after all)(but, whyyyy?) and with a bit more of an atmosphere in the evening.
And thus, we ended up booking a hotel in Albufeira, Portugal. I’d never actually heard of it before. ‘The Algarve,’ I thought, ‘how fancy’. And then over the course of the next couple of months I heard of no less than three people heading there on stag weekends. What had I done? Was I accidentally going on a stag do with my boyfriend? Would we have to get matching tattoos on our arses?* View Full Post
To celebrate finally being out of the drudge-fest that was January, a couple of weeks ago I whisked my boyfriend on a romantic night away in Manchester. I say whisked – I mean I chuntered up the M6 in my Fiat 500, enjoying that lo-o-o-ong stretch of 50mph speed limit; and I say romantic – I mean I booked a budget city centre hotel with the last bit of my Christmas spending budget. But still, the thought was there guys. View Full Post
There are two words guaranteed to brighten any gloomy afternoon, but which are ESPECIALLY welcome in this never-ending month of January. Nope, not ‘free bar’ (though that comes close second): spa day.
I recently received a kind invitation to Hoar Cross Hall, and after checking it out online, I knew I was in for something really special. This Grade II listed stately home looked unlike any other spa I’d visited, and so last Sunday morning I whizzed over there with high expectations. (And by ‘whizzed’ I obviously mean I crept across at about 5 miles per hour because it had snowed overnight and the Derbyshire country roads were close to giving this city girl a breakdown.) View Full Post
Almost two whole years ago now, I wrote a post on my 2016 Travel Wishlist. As much as I can’t believe that time’s gone that quickly (seriously, how do we stop this ageing process guys and gals?), when I look back at that post I am pretty impressed with how many places I’ve managed to travel to in that relatively short time. Since that post, I’ve been lucky enough to visit Barcelona, Florida, Budapest, Santorini and Dublin. Not bad for a girl who a few years ago hadn’t seen much culture beyond Magaluf, hey? View Full Post
I’ve got a few Kleenex to hand while I’m writing this because I’m prepared for it to get EMOSH. I’ve been back in rainy England for about a month now, but it’s finally time to reflect on my b-e-a-utiful holiday to Santorini – and what better way to reflect than with a little Santorini travel blog?! View Full Post
If you read my Cedarwood Spa review a couple of months ago, you’ll know that after years of never experiencing them, I’m totally into spa days now (I’ve also finally started drinking wine, which is nothing to do with this review but wheeee, I’m finally growing up guys). So when I was invited along to join some other bloggers at the Fishmore Spa Shell last weekend, I obviously said yes. After all, who says no to spending time in a luxurious spa and then stuffing their face with afternoon tea? Nobody I want to be mates with, that’s fo sho.
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Late last year, I decided to book my boyfriend a weekend away for Christmas (good way to get out of having to wrap a present FYI). I wanted somewhere cheap, cheerful and where there was a chance of a bit of winter snow. After a mooch online and a friends’ recommendations, I ended up booking a weekend in Budapest in January. I wasn’t 100% sure what to expect – or even where it was to be honest – but I am here to report that I had a great time. So, if you’re thinking about heading to Budapest during the winter, DO IT. And maybe this post will help… View Full Post
Okay, unladylike confession time: up until a couple of weeks ago, I had never experienced a spa day. Or even a spa. Or even a swimming pool that wasn’t in a grotty leisure centre or an Ibiza hotel, to be honest. It was something that hadn’t appealed to me, probably just because I didn’t have a need for it. But, as I’ve sashayed through my 20s and started experiencing more stressful situations (have you ever dealt with letting agents?!), the urge for a relaxaing, pampering experience has been stronger and stronger. So when I was recently invited along to visit the Cedarwood Spa in the nearby Forest of Arden Marriott Hotel, I jumped at the chance.
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