Day 189, Friday 2nd October

View from my Classic room 110
Lounge area, near Reception
Attention to detail, near the Spa area.
Spa pool, inside and out.
The Gym
Pool
Note: Restored Victorian structure and tiled decor. The colour-wash lighting changes gradually enhancing the ability to relax.
A slightly fuzzy view from a ground floor lounge.

I didn’t sleep particularly well last night. That wasn’t a fault of the Hotel, this is something which happens particularly if I forget (as I did last night) to take my statin medication, which can aid a decent sleep, as a welcome side-effect. The king-size bed was incredibly comfortable and I assume I was the first person ever to occupy Room 110. There had been a “soft opening” around four weeks previously, for VIPs and others associated with the Hotel’s restoration.

Breakfast, although drawn out, was a special treat, as was the entire stay at the Crescent. Food from the buffet was brought to the table by waiters. I am sure, as time progresses, the service will become just that bit speedier. I enjoyed piping hot porridge, an egg-free “Full English”, toast and Earl Grey leaf tea, complete with strainer.

A socially distanced queue of people waiting to check out created a last minute opportunity to explore the Spa and Gym area, spanning several floors including the basement where once the Pauper’s Pit hosted very cosy theatre and other entertainment. I forget the name of the nightclub/disco which thrived in that same basement towards the end of the last century. All that has been redeveloped as a sophisticated spa offering all manner of treatments and therapies. I was shown all this by Rachel who took a great deal of time and trouble to explain each area, and show me as much of the hotel that was accessible. It was lunch time before, eventually, I checked out.

So, the very long awaited opening of The Crescent has actually happened. It was a long time coming, but walking around, I felt that it was worth the wait. I look forward to the end of the Covid crisis when we no longer have to wear masks, and the world can “carry on where it left off”.

This was a special treat and I am booked in for next week for two nights. This blog is not intended as a critique, merely my personal account of this historic local event, which I wouldn’t have “missed for the world”.

Thanks for reading, David, 14.15hrs, back home in Harpur Hill.

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