we’ve been breathing in the mountain air, enjoying the powder and making the most of the perfect skiing conditions in meribel over the past few days and we will be blogging about our trip very soon.
but while we sort through our photos and attend to spots of mild sunburn (i managed to fry the parting of my hair – who does that), i realised we never got around to posting about our a recent(ish) mini spa break.
a little while ago (ok it was a fair few weeks ago now – where does the time go?) we escaped the hustle and bustle of london to pay a visit to the garage spa in greta bridge, near darlington.
after a two and a half hour train journey from london and a short taxi ride, we arrived at the morritt hotel, a rustic 18th century stone building on friday night, perfectly timed for a feeding.
after a glass of wine relaxing in front of the fire while sprawled out on a red leather sofa we were seated at our table. dinner proved to be quite the big event. there was only one other table in the entire restaurant, which given the amazing food seems like a total waste, but andrea and i enjoyed having the full attention of our attentive waiter.
totally stuffed after our five-course meal, which was as delicious as it looks, we retired to bed. i slept like a baby. the next morning we woke feeling thoroughly rested and headed to the spa ready for our m.o.t. and a spot of serenity.
we enjoyed a dip in the mud pit and an hour-long scented massage (which was pure bliss) before exploring all the various hot tubs, steam rooms and saunas on offer.
the log-fire shepherd’s hut situated in the secret garden was my favourite, while andrea favoured a soak in the big metal tub with views of the countryside.
all too soon it was time to get dressed and return to london feeling ever so relaxed and raring to get back to the rat race.