You all must know by now that I bloody love a little staycation, so, in pursuit of my passion, I’d booked Ed and I a little festive overnighter at No.38 The Park, a boutique hotel in Cheltenham I’ve been eyeing up for AGES and desperate to get to. Finally, we found the time, and took a Friday off work (the luxury) for a little weekend-come-early stay-cay.
Let it be clear, No.38 is beautiful. Perfect I’d go as far as saying. I fell in head over heels for it the moment I walked into the checkerboard-tiled hallway and spied the elegant Christmas tree in the dining room. The thing is, this place feels like home. A luxurious home that I’d never be able to ever even a windowsill of, but still, a home. It’s so inviting and welcoming, and yes, whilst a lot of boutique hotels do that really well, No.38 manages to take it to another level. There’s no check in desk, there’s a cabinet in the lounge. There’s no restaurant nor bar, instead a dining room and an honesty shelf full of cut-glass tumblers, craft beers and spirits. But my favourite thing, and possibly the simplest of all, is that they leave the doors to the vacant bedrooms open, which is not only great for a nosey bugger like me who wants to see not just my room but everyone’s please, but it makes it feel like you’re in a house not a hotel. Something so simple that’s such a welcoming touch.
We arrived late after the traffic-ridden journey from London so missed last orders at the hotel’s sister restaurant, No. 131, so did the naughtiest nicest thing EVER and had thai takeaway in bed! And if you thought maybe we were getting a little too comfortable here, don’t worry, they totally encouraged it and brought us up crockery and cutlery too! This place is the dream.
Our room was beautiful; a giant bed with a rich green velvet headboard filed most of it, and a roll-top bathtub at the foot of it being the highlight. The emerald-tiled bathroom bathroom was big enough for us to have hosted a party in, with Pinterest-worthy honeycomb floor tiles and his and hers rainfall showers making us feel like royalty. Heaven.
I fell asleep to the murmur of of Sky Sports (Ed in his element) and come morning, we had a tray delivered to our room with croissants and orange juice — a pre-breakfast breakfast! See, this place just gets me.
Once I’d dragged myself out of the bubble bath (aren’t morning baths the BEST?) breakfast itself was delicious. A well-edited buffet in the dining room had cuts of cheeses and meats and a bowl of pastries. Chefs were on hand to cook up eggs and avocado for me, and a Full English for Ed.
We wandered in to Cheltenham to explore, before coming back to snooze in the lounge — now you know a hotel is homely when you feel you can take a nap in its public spaces right!?
No.38 The Park is my idea of hotel heaven, and if you’re in the market for a romantic night away, a sumptuous staycation, or a spot of peace and quiet, these guys have totally got you.