Booking a spa break in Lausanne Switzerland might be the best retreat you could ask for! With its collection of luxurious spa hotels, spectacular views of Lake Geneva and the snow-capped Alps beyond and proximity to Geneva Airport, it’s hard to find a better spa …
I am always in search of ‘The Facials Mecca’: a haven for people (like me) who are slightly addicted to the facials experience; where we will not be judged, mocked or shunned. Just pampered, treated and given aid for those giant pores, fine lines and …
I’ve never been to Morocco, nor have I ever had a back massage that put me into a deep, dreamy sleep. But at The Spa at Dolphin Square, I experienced both in one blissful hour of exotic relaxation and pampering. Albeit a little difficult to find …
What exactly is a chakra? Where is it and how did I not know I had one that needed balancing? And how can you tell that mine’s off-kilter? As I took a squishy seat at the Aveda Salon in Covent Garden, I had more questions …
I have realised there are two types of relaxation: the normal ‘watching TV with facemask’ kind, and the Thai Square Spa relaxation experience – the latter being a utopia of inner relaxation and deepest calm. Try not to let your tummy rumble as you walk into the …
I was a little wary of going for a foot massage at Lush’s King’s Road Spa. Firstly, because I am quite ticklish and I had this almost overwhelming fear that I would kick the lovely Lush therapist mid-massage. The second is related to some ideologies buried deep …
Just a stone’s throw from the bustling, cobbled streets of Covent Garden, away from the street performers, lively restaurants and aimlessly wandering tourists, there is a haven for women. There is a relaxation retreat and a decadent pampering shelter. There is a Sanctuary. Tucked behind …
Some of the best spa experiences I have ever had have been in the exotic surrounds of South East Asia, so when I was offered the chance to pay a visit to SenSpa in the New Forest* (part of the luxurious Carey’s Manor Hotel) I …
I won’t deny that I am a bit of a country girl. Growing up in a small town that consisted of a post office, a pub and a forest in Ireland meant that it was very likely you’d see me in wellies, mucking out a …