The invite blogger dreams are made of.
Twenty four hours of pure bliss at Limewood Hotel dipping myself in that picture perfect heated pool and de-wrinkling first my clothes (I will never iron again* thanks to this lil’ guy who shall from here on in be known at Philip) followed by myself in the mindfulness workshop, discovering rose lined boulevards, sipping on smoking gin cocktails and enjoying the exquisite food grown on site, delighting in the beautiful company and sleeping in the fluffiest of four posters. This is the Philips Steam Sanctuary.
*If you know me at all you probably know that I do not iron. Ever. And I certainly will not be starting now. But Philip is almost therapeutic such are his effortless de-wrinkling properties and I suppose now I understand those people who say they find ironing relaxing. I get it.