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Gastronomic Gallivants: Black Bull Hotel and Restaurant

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Gastronomic Gallivants: Black Bull Hotel and Restaurant

There are a few places left in the world that still offer a subdued and hidden charm. Sedbergh is one of those places, a town where you feel a certain level of enchantment after a long and winding drive. I know the area well – I was schooled in the next town over – but it has been a long while since I frequented the area. The road this time, at the upper end of the Lune Valley in Cumbria, glistened in the evening light with rainbows and showers smothering the folding hills. I made my way up the meandering roads listening to BBC Radio 3. You don’t get this in southern England, that’s for sure.

Following my epic welcome by the gods in the late autumn evening sun and showers, I happened upon the main street, in the heart of Sedbergh. The narrow high street wouldn’t look out of place in a Peter Rabbit movie set, which was filmed in the area. Suddenly, you arrive at the impressive Black Bull Hotel and Restaurant. The edifice of this large, 17th century coaching inn is something to behold, from another era of great traveling hotels, something we have very few of left in this modern age.

The Black Bull’s welcoming foyer and entrance area hold the visitor in a trance of sumptuous colours and smells. As you walk in, you are immediately greeted with scents and sounds of a busy restaurant and informal bar area. But what is most important to remember is that you have the ability to relax here long into the night, as the inn’s accommodation is just upstairs.

What sets this country dining establishment apart from its competition is the recently launched Tsuchi restaurant concept. “Tsuchi,” Japanese for “earth,” whisks you away from the north of England and to similar latitudes of Hokkaido in Japan. “More than just ground, it represents a foundation of life. Healthy soil sustains us, and with it comes a responsibility to care for our planet,” Japanese-German chef Nina Matsunaga says as she titillates your appetite with a several-course tasting menu.

Matsunaga and her British husband James Ratcliffe, who runs the front of house, co-own the hotel and restaurant, bringing faraway destinations and exotic menus to Cumbria. Such imaginative restaurants are few and far between, so I was excited to try the fine dining experience after hearing many good things about the menu. This, however, was a travel experience within a travel experience, as Matsunaga sent our taste buds around the world with a story.

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Matsunaga’s menu celebrates local and British produce at its “peak, fresh, preserved”, and it is thoughtfully sourced from farmers and growers, with local and regional cuisine featuring heavily in the menu. Blending her own family’s heritage with a passion for British ingredients, she creates dishes which are creative, a fusion, and thoughtful.

At first, you are treated to drinks and a traditional kombucha to warm up the senses; we were then given a mouthwatering selection of British bluefin, Lincolnshire smoked eel, and black apple. That is not all: there was fresh bread with locally seasoned butter native to the land around Sedbergh, and it is so smooth that it gives your taste buds the treatment of luxury silk.

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Our next imaginative serving was the Kombucha oyster mushrooms with wild east coast sea trout, pea, and cucumber. It was followed at an appropriately leisurely pace – this is not a place to rush –  with a portion of butter-soft venison, and then Hereford beef and tomatillo, a rarely seen savory fruit also known as the Mexican husk tomato.

Moving onto the dessert portion of the tasting menu, we were treated to yuzu and Meadowsweet, a perennial herb with frothy white flowers. We then finished off with an unexpectedly magnificent taste of miso and black sesame. 

This kind of creative fine dining is such a treat after a long day, for couples and individual diners alike. All meals served at Tsuchi are given the full wine list treatment, with helpful servers guiding you through the entire process. The combination of inspired flavors, elegant presentation, ambience, and attentive service, made this one of the most truly memorable eating experiences I have had in a long time.

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Mansergh Hall Pork With Lotus Root & XO Sauce

The Black Bull’s accommodation, as I mentioned, is just a few steps away, up the grand staircase from the restaurant, and it certainly does not disappoint. The attractive historic building, which Matsunaga and Ratcliffe purchased from a brewery in 2017, has had a full makeover, reversing years of neglect and flood damage and giving it a completely new lease of life. Up North Architects have brought the couple’s vision to life, respecting the building’s heritage but bringing it up to date with modern, tasteful décor which wouldn’t be out of place in London, Paris, or Abu Dhabi. Quite rightly, there’s a hint of Japan as well.

The inn’s white rooms allow the mellow light from the fells in, and the welcome biscuit baked in-house is a thoughtful touch, especially if you have had a long drive to get here. The bathrooms also delight – ours was a super-modern glass room within-a-room – and there is a luxury-level king-sized bed to boot.

In the morning, the small market town of Sedbergh wakes up on the street below. You will be glad to hear that there is a broad and delicious breakfast menu available, which caters for all kinds of tastes. The Black Bull is dedicated to its full English breakfast, sourcing ingredients from local suppliers, but other equally appealing options are available, including vegan-friendly woodland mushrooms on toast, as well as superb mackerel and scrambled eggs. Whatever you choose, for dinner or breakfast, you can be sure that a night spent comfortably at The Black Bull will have you fully recharged with a zest for whatever the world throws at you the next day.

www.theblackbullsedbergh.co.uk

Alpine Secrets – 007 Elements

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Alpine Secrets – 007 Elements

Snowflakes drifted lazily across the Ötztal peaks as we ascended via a private ski lift, the crisp Alpine air buzzing with anticipation. At the summit, 007 ELEMENTS awaited—a cinematic playground where the world of James Bond is not just viewed, but lived. From high-tech galleries to jaw-dropping vistas, the Alps had never felt so thrilling—or so exclusive.

Accessible via the lift that threads through pristine snow-dusted mountains, the journey itself feels like the opening scene of a Bond film. Soft snow falling around the cable car transforms the landscape into a sparkling winter wonderland, setting the stage for the adventure that lies ahead.

A prelude to the exhibition is ICE Q, the summit’s signature restaurant. Floor-to-ceiling windows frame sweeping Alpine vistas while inventive, artfully plated cuisine delights the senses. Each dish—seasonal, precise, and elegant—sets the tone for what’s to come, while the gentle snowfall outside adds a serene, almost magical atmosphere.

Inside 007 ELEMENTS, every gallery immerses visitors in the craft and spectacle that define James Bond. Hypnotic title sequences, pulse-pounding action, ingenious gadgets, iconic vehicles, breathtaking global locations, and the unforgettable characters are all meticulously curated. Interactive installations allow guests to step into recreated sets, handle authentic props, and experience cinematic moments firsthand—blurring the line between observer and story.

“AT 007 ELEMENTS, YOU DON’T JUST WITNESS JAMES BOND—YOU STEP INTO HIS WORLD.”

The VIP experience elevates this journey to extraordinary heights. Private tours with expert guides reveal insider stories behind each exhibit, while curated access ensures intimate exploration without the crowds. For the ultimate sense of exclusivity, a private cable car or helicopter transfer can be arranged, making the ascent as exhilarating as the exhibition itself. Every detail, from timing to storytelling, is designed to immerse guests in a world that feels as refined and thrilling as 007’s own universe.

By the time we descended, the snow had thickened, cloaking the peaks in a hushed, dreamlike beauty. Here, the thrill of cinema, the serenity of the Alps, and the refinement of fine dining converge. At 007 ELEMENTS, you don’t just witness James Bond—you step into his world, leaving the everyday far below, and the extraordinary entirely within reach.

www.soelden.com/en/activities/excursion-destinations/007-elements

Spa Uncommon: Nothing to Hide

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Spa Uncommon: Nothing to Hide

There are luxury spa experiences, and then there’s Aqua Dome — where you arrive fully clothed and leave with a new appreciation for freedom, heat, and humility. Our journey began with a cinematic train ride through the Ötztal Valley, mountains rising on either side, streams flashing silver in the afternoon light. When we stepped off at the station, a gleaming Mercedes G-Wagon awaited, its driver effortlessly cool in that way Austrians seem to have mastered. Luggage loaded, we were soon gliding toward Längenfeld — destination: Aqua Dome, the country’s most spectacular thermal spa resort.

From the moment it appeared — a vision of futuristic domes set against a backdrop of jagged peaks — we knew we were entering another dimension of wellness. Imagine a James Bond lair reimagined by a wellness visionary: cascading pools steaming in the crisp alpine air, sleek glass corridors linking saunas and lounges, and guests wrapped in robes that whispered of serenity. We were prepared for pampering. We were not prepared for what came next.

Europeans are famously liberated when it comes to spa culture. Americans, not so much. So when we were introduced to the phrase “textile-free zone,” we smiled politely, assuming it meant minimal swimwear, perhaps a chic towel drape. It did not.

Moments later, standing in the entrance to the sauna wing, it became crystal clear that textile-free meant completely, gloriously, unavoidably nude. Men, women, all ages, all shapes — a living tableau of confidence and comfort. We exchanged glances — the kind of marital telepathy that says, well, we’re here now.

To their credit, the Austrians don’t make it awkward. It’s all quite matter-of-fact — a culture of respect and wellness rather than vanity. So, we disrobed, folded our robes neatly, and stepped into the world of the unencumbered. Within minutes, modesty gave way to laughter. Within hours, it felt natural — freeing, even.

The highlight, both literally and figuratively, was the Canyon Sauna, an amphitheater-like space built into stone and wood, overlooking a sheer alpine gorge. Here, the spa’s sauna master presided over what can only be described as a ritual — part performance, part endurance, entirely unforgettable.

Thirty of us sat shoulder to shoulder on smooth wooden benches, the air already thick with heat. The sauna master entered with a flourish, armed with oversized fans and a wooden sauna bucket filled with snowballs infused with essential oils. Music began — rhythmic, pulsing, cinematic. Then came the choreography: sweeping arcs of heavy cloth fans, gusts of blazing air directed toward us with theatrical precision, beads of eucalyptus-infused steam dancing through the room.

The temperature rose. So did the collective awe. The sauna master moved with the grace of a conductor, blending heat, rhythm, and scent into an almost spiritual crescendo. By the final song, we were all glistening, silent, and thoroughly reborn — thirty naked strangers united by sweat and surrender.

Afterward, we stumbled out into the crisp mountain air, robes back on, faces flushed, grinning like conspirators. No one said much — there was nothing to say. The experience had stripped away more than clothing; it had peeled back inhibition, stress, and pretense.

Beyond its headline-making saunas, Aqua Dome is a masterclass in design and indulgence. The sprawling complex features thermal pools fed by underground springs, each pool steaming gently under the alpine sky. Some hover above the ground in futuristic bowls, others flow into natural rock basins. At night, the pools glow in shades of sapphire and silver, mirroring the stars overhead.

Our suite overlooked the valley — a sleek, serene space where minimalist design met mountain warmth. Plush bedding, deep soaking tubs, and floor-to-ceiling views made it the kind of retreat you never want to leave. Yet, the pull of the water, the saunas, and that ethereal alpine energy kept us exploring long after we thought we’d reached peak relaxation.

Meals at the on-site restaurant followed the same theme of balanced indulgence: from light to heavy, local, and artfully presented. Think charred vegetables with mountain herbs, trout fresh from nearby streams, from the land, a robust offering for those omnivorously inclined, and Austrian wines that danced with minerality and grace.

What we didn’t expect was how much fun it would be — not in a rowdy way, but in a release way. There’s a certain joy in embracing something so far outside your norm, in realizing that luxury doesn’t always wear a designer label. Sometimes, it’s about letting go — of fabric, of judgment, of control.

In the end, our laughter said it all. We came for a wellness retreat and left with a story we’ll tell for years. The Austrians may have centuries of spa tradition on their side, but they also have something even rarer: a sense of ease.

At the end of our week of spa adventures we boarded the train for Salzburg, our skin still warm from days of floating in thermal waters, we couldn’t help but marvel at how this corner of Austria had turned wellness into an art form — and nudity into normalcy. Aqua Dome wasn’t just a spa; it was a philosophy.

So, for anyone reading this while bundled up in cashmere or plotting their next après-ski escape, consider this: perhaps true luxury isn’t about layering up, but about stripping back. Whether you visit in the snow, the sun, or that golden in-between, the message remains the same — in Ötztal, there’s nothing to hide.

www.aqua-dome.at/en

Swanky Sips: The Glasshouse Edinburgh

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Swanky Sips: The Glasshouse Edinburgh

For mountain lovers, arriving in Scotland is like coming home. But Scotland, in fact, is many things. It’s the mountains, it’s the whiskey, it’s the gastronomy, and most importantly,  it’s the people. Whenever I am lost on the streets of Edinburgh, it is the people of Edinburgh who come up to me offering help, willingly and with a smile. You don’t get this warmth from strangers in London, which is one of the many reasons why a quick getaway to Edinburgh is always a good idea. 

Few cities wear their history as proudly as Edinburgh. Cobbled closes whisper of philosophers and poets; sandstone terraces bear the weight of centuries.

YET AMID THIS GRAND, TIMEWORN THEATER, THE GLASSHOUSE STANDS AS A STRIKING REFLECTION OF SCOTLAND’S ABILITY TO EVOLVE WITHOUT EVER LOSING ITS SOUL.

Rising discreetly behind the gothic façade of Lady Glenorchy’s Church — built in 1846 — The Glasshouse is a study in contrasts. The solemn beauty of the church’s stone frontage remains untouched, its somber ecclesiastical archways still catching the morning light. But step inside this glorious 5* hotel and you are greeted by walls of glass, clean lines, and a quiet sense of modern restraint. The result is something rare: a hotel which feels both reverent and radical, contemporary yet deeply rooted in place.

The day I arrived in Edinburgh, a thin mist hung over Calton Hill, softening the skyline. The hotel’s entrance, framed by its historic façade, seemed almost like a portal between eras. Inside, the air carried the faint scent of oak and whiskey — an homage, perhaps, to Scotland’s other great craft.

It is easy to forget, once you are within the calm embrace of The Glasshouse, that you’re standing in the very heart of the city. Just beyond its doors lie the theaters of Greenside Place and the hum of Princes Street. But ascend to the rooftop garden — two acres of grass and wildflowers crowning the building — and the noise dissolves. From here, Calton Hill rises in full splendour, its monuments silhouetted against the shifting Scottish sky. On still evenings, you can hear the faint chime of the Balmoral clock tower, carried on the wind. There is something profoundly authentic about this juxtaposition: the quiet of the rooftop against the pulse of the city below. It mirrors Edinburgh itself — a place where ancient and modern are not in opposition but in dialogue.

The Glasshouse does not rely on ostentation. Its luxury is one of subtlety and story: polished timber, local stone, and attentive service which feels genuinely Scottish in its warmth. The Snug bar, lined with shelves of amber-hued whiskey, could hold its own against any Speyside distillery lounge. Here, guests trade stories over drams of smoky Laphroaig or honeyed Glenkinchie, each glass another small nod to the nation’s craft heritage.

The Glasshouse welcomes everyone with open arms, yet it is whiskey lovers who will feel most at home here. Behind the bar lies an impressive collection of Scotland’s finest drams — some two hundred in all — glinting like liquid amber under the soft glow of the lights. For those less inclined towards a neat pour, the barman presents a menu of meticulously crafted cocktails, each one designed to honor the spirit of Scotland in its own way.

Take a seat by the open fire-pit hearth, the reflection of its flames dancing in the polished glasses. Sink into the curved sofas and feel the easy warmth of conversation ripple through the room. Around you, travelers from every corner of the world settle in much the same way, drawn together by the simple pleasure of good company, good whiskey, and the enduring charm of Edinburgh. The staff, deeply knowledgeable yet never pretentious, guide guests through the collection with quiet enthusiasm, happy to recommend a dram or two for the curious or the uninitiated.

I’ll admit, I’m not a whisky drinker myself. Yet when the barman suggested The TN4groni — their take on a Negroni, sharp and elegant — to accompany my cheeseboard, resistance felt impossible. My next choice was The Glasshouse’s own pisco, a revelation: smooth, aromatic, and bright with citrus. 

The quiet hum of delight which escaped my lips must have carried, because an American couple nearby promptly ordered the same. Before long, we were laughing together, joking that all we lacked was a dance floor. That is the magic of The Snug at the Glasshouse — a place where the crackle of the fire, the clink of glasses, and the murmur of new friendships make the night feel gently suspended in time.

IN AN AGE WHEN SO MANY LUXURY HOTELS SEEK TO TRANSPORT TRAVELERS ELSEWHERE, THE GLASSHOUSE DOES THE OPPOSITE: IT BRINGS THEM CLOSER TO SCOTLAND ITSELF.

What sets The Glasshouse apart is its sense of continuity. It does not mimic Edinburgh’s past — it honors it. The church’s façade has been preserved not as decoration, but as a gesture of respect; its quiet dignity anchors the building, reminding guests that modern comfort can coexist with memory. In an age when so many luxury hotels seek to transport travelers elsewhere, The Glasshouse does the opposite: it brings them closer to Scotland itself.

As dusk settles and the city lights flicker on, the rooftop garden glows faintly under the glass reflections. It feels almost like a sanctuary — a place to pause, to breathe, to look out over the city that inspired enlightenment thinkers, writers, and dreamers. And that is the true beauty of The Glasshouse: it doesn’t just offer a place to stay; it offers a conversation between past and present, between faith, craft, and creativity, all framed within the timeless silhouette of Edinburgh.

https://www.theglasshousehotel.co.uk

Don Carlos Marbella – My Return to an Icon

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Don Carlos Marbella – My Return to an Icon

The first thing I noticed at the new Don Carlos Marbella wasn’t the grand façade or the sparkling Mediterranean just beyond the gardens—it was the scent. Orange blossom and sea air, mingling in the warm breeze, instantly reminded me why this stretch of the Costa del Sol has been drawing the jet set for decades.

I’d heard whispers about the hotel’s €45 million transformation, a complete reinvention by the Selenta Group with design by Jaime Beriestain, and I couldn’t resist seeing if this legend had truly been reborn. I’m happy to report—it has, and then some.

The lobby, airy and drenched in light, frames the sea like a work of art. Natural woods, raffia, and creamy stone create a serene, almost shell-like color palette. My suite opened to sweeping views of both the Mediterranean and the hotel’s 20,000 square meters of tropical gardens—a private world I’d have been happy never to leave.

Insider Tip: Room With a View

Request a sea-facing suite on one of the upper floors—morning coffee on your balcony as the sun rises over the Mediterranean is pure magic.

Insider Tip: Spa Secret

Book your treatment mid-morning—by then, the spa is bathed in soft natural light, and the post-massage glow lasts all day.

Mornings in Paradise

Days began slowly here, and that’s exactly how they should. Breakfast at Los Naranjos was a sunlit ritual of Andalusian flavors—oysters and caviar fritters for those feeling indulgent, or impossibly fresh pastries for those who prefer sweet starts.

Afterwards, I’d wander down to the Natura Bissé spa, a temple to wellbeing that feels almost spiritual. My favorite treatment, the Golden South Essence Massage, was like being wrapped in the warmth of the Mediterranean itself. If you’ve never had your tensions melted away to the scent of orange blossom, I highly recommend it.

Insider Tip: Post-Match Perfection

Even if you’re not a tennis player, stop by Break Point Café inside the tennis centre for fresh juices and healthy snacks—it’s a hidden gem for a light bite.

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DON CARLOS MARBELLA

  • Location: Marbella, Costa del Sol, Spain
  • Originally Opened: 1969
  • Reopened: July 2025 after €45 million ($52 million) renovation
  • Design Visionary: Jaime Beriestain
  • Rooms & Residences: 308 (all with sea or garden views)
  • Spa: Natura Bissé treatments including the Golden South Essence Massage & Mindtouch Experience Ritual
  • Tennis: First Rafa Nadal Tennis Centre in Spain — 7 clay courts, 2 padel courts, pro shop, and state-of-the-art Wingfield System
  • Dining: 4 concepts — Los Naranjos, Sol & Sombra, Break Point, Campari Bar Manero
  • Beach Clubs: Nikki Beach Marbella + Lucia Summer Club 2025 pop-Event Spaces: 17 multifunctional rooms, all with natural light
  • Signature Experience: Sunset aperitivo at Campari Bar Manero, followed by dinner at Los Naranjos
  • Best Time to Visit: May–October for sun-soaked days, September for fewer crowds and balmy evenings

Afternoons of Action and Indulgence

While some guests seemed perfectly content to float between pool and beach, I couldn’t resist the draw of the Rafa Nadal Tennis Centre—the first of its kind in Spain. Seven clay courts, two padel courts with sea views, and technology that tracked my every shot made me feel, if only for an afternoon, like I might actually have a forehand worth talking about.

Lunch became a leisurely affair at Lucia Summer Club 2025, a Nikki Beach pop-up that will have a permanent home here next year. Cuisine du Soleil, they call it—Mediterranean flavors kissed by the sun. Think grilled fish, vibrant salads, and just enough rosé to make the afternoon shimmer.

I highly recommend it.

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Evenings to Remember

By sunset, the property transformed. At Campari Bar Manero, the aperitivo hour stretched luxuriously, with cocktails that married Italian classics and Spanish flair. Dinner back at Los Naranjos was a love letter to the region—red shrimp carpaccio risotto one night, Mediterranean-style sirloin tagliatelle the next.

And when the day’s last light slipped into the sea, I’d retreat to my balcony. The soundtrack? The soft hum of Marbella nightlife in the distance, the rustle of palm fronds, and somewhere far off, the gentle applause of the waves.

The Magic of a True Rebirth

Don Carlos Marbella has always been a name that carried weight. But what struck me during my stay was how effortlessly it blends its storied past with an entirely modern sensibility. It’s as much a destination for wellness seekers and gourmands as it is for tennis enthusiasts and sun worshippers. And for those who, like me, simply crave a place where time slows down, it delivers that too—wrapped in elegance, scented with orange blossom, and kissed by the Andalusian sun.

Insider Tip: Golden Hour Spot

Head to the Lucia Summer Club’s edge seating around 7:30 p.m. for the best sunset view in the house—rosé in hand, toes in the sand.

Wellness Blooms at Cashel Palace

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Wellness Blooms at Cashel Palace

A Sip of Serenity: The Recharge Health Bar

It began in the courtyard, where the new Recharge Health Bar has quietly taken root. A sleek yet inviting space, it’s the kind of spot where you can stop after a morning stroll or linger with a book and watch the clouds roll across Tipperary’s big skies.

I ordered a Strawberry Glow smoothie — a velvety blend of strawberries, banana, avocado, dates, maple syrup, almond milk, collagen, sea moss, and coconut yoghurt. It tasted indulgent, yet felt impossibly light, the kind of treat your body thanks you for. The Green Machine came next, a zingy detox blend of spinach, kale, green apple, pineapple, cucumber, celery, lemon, and ginger — like bottling up a brisk walk in the Irish countryside.

The ethos here is simple: everything is made with wellness in mind, free from refined sugars and crafted with organic ingredients whenever possible. It’s nourishing without the preachiness — a perfect marriage of flavor and feel-good.

The Boutique: Where Curation Meets Discovery

A few steps outside the palace walls, on Cashel’s main street, I found The Boutique, a treasure chest of hand-picked lifestyle pieces. It’s rare for a hotel shop to stop you in your tracks, but this one did.

I ran my fingers over buttery-soft Bamford knits, tested the sleek formulas of Westman Atelier, and admired the elegance of Memo Paris fragrances. There were playful children’s gifts inspired by local heritage, athleisure from Dada Sport, and classic LL Bean totes just begging to be filled for a countryside picnic. Many of these brands can’t be found anywhere else in Ireland, making The Boutique as much a destination as the hotel itself.

What struck me most was how well it reflected the Cashel Palace spirit — refined but warm, worldly yet rooted in place. I left with a CarveOn leather passport holder, hand-embossed on site, a memento of my stay that will accompany me on journeys to come.

The Secret Garden: Movement Among the Flowers

I thought I knew every corner of Cashel Palace, but then I stepped into The Secret Garden. Tucked behind historic walls, this green sanctuary is usually reserved for weddings and private events, but now it’s home to morning fitness classes — Dynamic Pilates, Pump Cardio — that take place under the dappled light of overhanging branches.

My Pilates session began with birdsong and a soft breeze carrying the scent of roses. By the end, my muscles hummed with that satisfying post-workout ache, but my mind was as clear as the Tipperary sky. Moving here felt different, more intentional. It was exercise, yes, but also meditation — a reminder that wellness is as much about connection to place as it is about physical strength.

Beyond the Spa Walls

Of course, Cashel Palace’s spa remains at the heart of its wellness offering. I made time for a thermal suite session and a holistic massage that blended aromatherapy with traditional techniques. Seasonal retreats, year-round yoga, and the serene setting of the Bolton Library for quiet classes all round out a program that feels deeply considered.

But what makes this latest evolution special is how it extends beyond the spa. Whether you’re sipping a smoothie, browsing The Boutique, or moving in The Secret Garden, wellness here isn’t confined to a treatment room — it’s woven through the very fabric of the stay.

A Destination with Depth

Cashel Palace’s commitment to excellence has been recognized many times over — from a Michelin Star for The Bishop’s Buttery to Two Michelin Keys for ‘Exceptional Stays’. Yet awards only tell part of the story. What lingers is the feeling of being cared for in a way that’s both personal and profound.

On my last morning, I lingered in the courtyard with a matcha latte from Recharge, the Rock of Cashel keeping watch. Guests strolled by, some headed for the spa, others for the gardens. The air was fresh, the pace unhurried. It struck me then that Cashel Palace’s true gift is creating a space where time slows, where you can both escape and arrive, all at once.

Here, wellness isn’t a trend — it’s a way of being. And in this corner of Tipperary, it flourishes.

The World Is Yours

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The World Is Yours

Some places you visit. Others, you inhabit — living, breathing, and soaking in every bespoke detail. Around the world, the smartest travelers are trading hotel lobbies for private driveways, concierge desks for butlers who know their martini order, and crowded pools for infinity edges that belong entirely to them. This is the new gold standard: villas, chalets, and charters where privacy, design, and togetherness reign.

I’ve been lucky enough to slip behind the gates — or in some cases, set sail — at a few of the world’s most exclusive escapes. Here’s my passport to five stays you’ll never want to check out of.

Cabane Tortin

VERBIER, SWISS ALPS

Perched above the ancient Tortin Glacier, Cabane Tortin is a snow-dusted dream at 9,500 feet. Mornings start with coffee on the balcony, the peaks blushing pink in the first light, before carving untouched powder with your private ski guide. Afternoons dissolve into raclette by the fire, evenings into laughter under an Alpine sky so clear it feels infinite. With a private chef and discreet staff, this is mountain living without compromise.

Hale ‘O Ka La

– BIG ISLAND, HAWAII

Rising from the coastline like a phoenix after the 2023 fires, Hale ‘O Ka La is 5,358 square feet of reimagined tropical splendor inside the Mauna Kea Resort. Five lavish bedrooms, a saltwater pool with a waterslide and swim-up bar, and a waterfall grotto make it feel like your own resort — minus the strangers. Private chefs, full-service staff, and seamless access to resort amenities are just a phone call away.

Delfin I

AMAZON, PERU

A floating villa on the world’s greatest river, Delfin I offers just four oversized suites, each with a private panoramic terrace — two with whirlpools. Floor-to-ceiling windows frame the rainforest, while solar panels hum quietly overhead, powering your sustainable adventure. Days are spent spotting pink dolphins, nights stargazing from the open deck with a pisco sour in hand. It’s Amazonian elegance at its most intimate.

Casa Bellamar

EAST CAPE, LOS CABOS, MEXICO

Solar-powered and oceanfront, Casa Bellamar’s eight bedrooms and four guest casitas stretch across two acres and 400 feet of pristine shoreline. There’s a beachfront pool, a private tennis court, and butler-and-chef service to match the view. Come for a family reunion or take over the property for a barefoot, toes-in-the-sand wedding for 100 — the beauty salon in the master suite has “bridal glam” written all over it.

Laughing Waters

BARBADOS

Set on four manicured acres just steps from Sandy Lane Beach, Laughing Waters is Barbados’ most coveted private estate — and its largest, at 32,000 square feet. With 12 bedrooms, membership to a private beach club, and access to a AAA Five Diamond resort’s golf courses, dining, and spa, it’s a one-stop fantasy for 24 lucky guests.

With design features by renowned local architect Larry Warren and interiors by London’s Emma Pearson, it’s Oliver Messel–inspired Caribbean glamour at its absolute peak.

Gastronomic Gallivants: Where Luxury Meets the Fells

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Gastronomic Gallivants: Where Luxury Meets the Fells

In a quiet corner of the Lake District, a short turn off the road from Windermere, lies a hotel that has quietly redefined Cumbrian hospitality. The Gilpin Hotel and Lake House spans 21 acres of lush, landscaped grounds, where alpacas graze and spa lodges peer through trees to distant fells. For years, it’s been a magnet for discerning travellers seeking modern luxury without fuss — where fine food, fresh air and warmth of service take precedence over formality.

The hotel is divided between the main Gilpin Hotel and the more secluded Gilpin Lake House, offering a range of rooms, suites, and cedar-clad spa lodges that encourage deep rest and even deeper baths. From the moment you arrive, the tone is set: polished but playful, indulgent but grounded. The Gilpin’s unofficial slogan, #LOVEANDLAUGHTER, isn’t marketing fluff — it’s a fair reflection of the atmosphere here. Luxury, yes, but without the pomposity, which is reflective of the true nature of the local area, humble but proud of its surroundings much like the Gilpin.

At the heart of Gilpin’s appeal is SOURCE, the destination restaurant that has held a Michelin Star since 2018. Executive Chef Ollie Bridgwater — formerly of The Fat Duck — brings a bold yet elegant style to his tasting menus, shaped by a deep commitment to seasonality and sustainability. Much of the produce is sourced from within sight of the kitchen; some is even grown on-site. Diners can opt for the shorter ORIGIN menu or the full SOURCE experience — a longer, more elaborate gastronomic journey that, at 15 courses, never feels overwrought. Highlights from a recent visit included a velvety chicken liver parfait balanced by ajo blanco and tart blackberry, presented on a delicate biscuit sablé. A pristine Ikejime trout followed, served cool and clean, tasting like a spring-fed stream.

“For years, it’s been a magnet for discerning travelers seeking modern luxury without fuss — where fine food, fresh air and warmth of service take precedence over formality.”

Later, glazed veal sweetbread arrived rich and golden, matched with warm gribiche, gnocchi and a slick of roast bone sauce — deeply savoury, but never heavy. There was also breast of royal quail with black garlic and maitake, a study in texture and restraint. Desserts, too, showed restraint without losing impact: Manjari chocolate with Pedro Ximénez, hazelnut and a single drunken cherry brought the menu to a quietly indulgent close. The wine pairings were a triumph in themselves. The sommelier moved deftly between the familiar and the unexpected — an English sparkling, a Lebanese red, a waxy Greek assyrtiko — always with a relaxed manner and a sharp palate. For those not drinking, a mocktail of rosemary, elderflower and star anise proved both sophisticated and refreshing.

Labelled pan-Asian, it’s better described as a live culinary performance, with chefs representing their own heritages in dishes that span India, Japan, Thailand and the Philippines. The open kitchen adds theatre, and the menu rewards curiosity. A starter of Thai-spiced sausage — made locally — delivered both comfort and kick. The tandoori seabass came cloaked in fermented chilli and paired with pickled shallots; the balance of smoke and acid was spot on. A surprisingly delicate riff on aloo made with purple potatoes and nigella added depth and variety. As for dessert: the signature spit-roast pineapple with lime sorbet and spiced rum is every bit as good as they say — tangy, boozy and deeply nostalgic.

“A single meal at SOURCE barely scratches the surface. The hotel’s second restaurant, Gilpin Spice, is a vivid contrast — a riot of colour, aroma and global flair.”

Both restaurants offer expansive drinks lists. Begin your evening with a Gilpin Gin martini on the terrace — made with Lakes Gin from nearby Bassenthwaite — and let dusk fall over the garden. It’s a perfect prelude to what lies ahead.

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What sets the Gilpin apart isn’t just its food or setting, but the ease with which one slips into its rhythm. There are no stressful check-ins, no dress codes, no forced formality. Rooms come with cedar hot tubs or private spa facilities, and even the most luxurious of them feel like a retreat rather than a showroom. You might return from a fell walk to find your fire lit for you, or wake to a tray of fresh coffee and warm pastries delivered just before sunrise. Should you wish to stretch your legs, the Beatrix Potter Walk — a 13-mile loop from the hotel to Hill Top, her former home near Sawrey — is one of the more scenic circuits in the Lakes. It’s a satisfying day out, with enough elevation and charm to justify a return to SOURCE or Gilpin Spice in the evening, appetite intact.

Breakfast, too, is far from a formality. Whether taken in the restaurant or delivered to your lodge, it is always cooked to order — and taken seriously. Grilled kippers, soft-yolked eggs, delicate mushrooms and seeded sourdough were all executed with the same care as the evening service. At Gilpin, food is never filler.

 

Whether you come for the food, the fells, or the firelit spa lodges, Gilpin offers a deeply rooted, quietly luxurious take on modern hospitality. It’s a place where indulgence doesn’t shout, where staff wear smiles not stiff uniforms, and where everything — from the trout to the towel hooks — feels considered. That’s rare. And that, really, is the essence of true luxury.

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Monkey Island Estate – Bray

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Monkey Island Estate – Bray

It is a little-known fact that there is a private island in the River Thames, a short drive west from London on the edge of the idyllic Berkshire village of Bray. This island’s history dates back 800 years, when it was first inhabited by monks, but it owes its current size (7 acres) and shape to the Great Fire of London in 1666: rubble from buildings destroyed in the fire was transported upstream on barges, expanding the amount of land above the waterline. The island — named either after the original monks, or perhaps because of the myth that King George III was banished here with his pet monkey — became a hedonistic escape for princes and playboys, close enough to the capital to be convenient, but out of the sight of disapproving eyes. The English classical composer Edward Elgar wrote his First Symphony Violin Concerto here, and writers HG Wells and Siegfried Sassoon also visited in the island’s golden era. 

Today, Monkey Island and the Grade 1 listed heritage buildings set upon it belong to the luxurious YTL Hotels group. Plenty of the historic features have been preserved and restored, so the Georgian dukes who once frequented this place would approve; but the owners have updated the property for a discerning, 21st century clientele, and it’s easily one of southern England’s most sought-after hotels. 

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I checked in on one of the hottest days of the summer, parking on the riverbank and crossing the footbridge onto the island. It feels, literally and metaphorically, like a bridge between two worlds, the waters of the Thames creating a dividing line between reality and a dream world.

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My home for the weekend was the magnificent Wedgewood Suite, named after the famous 18th century English porcelain manufacturer which is known for its distinctive blue and white jasperware.

The suite is decorated with the same color scheme and was once the estate’s library, suitably grand with its dark wood panelling, huge windows overlooking the gardens, and a fireplace topped with an oil painted portrait. 

In the early evening, just as the heat of the day had begun to subside, I stepped out to the jetty, where bar manager Luke awaited me with a boat. Monkey Island makes the most of its location: you can book a self-drive riverboat or a chauffeured river tour, cruising gently along the Thames towards Maidenhead or Henley. You share the waterway with rowing boats and canoes, paddle boards and an occasional swimmer, whilst walkers and their dogs saunter along the Thames Path on the riverbank. The idea of having continental breakfast aboard very much appeals, as does a twilight cocktail made with Monkey Island’s bespoke, small batch gin, YTL Gin. 

It was from the jetty that I first spotted Monkey Island’s floating spa, surely the only one of its kind in the British Isles, if not the world. Moored alongside the island, it is a traditional English narrow boat, built for goods and people to move along relatively shallow canals. Historically, such boats would have been pulled along by horses plodding along the tow path, long before the invention of a diesel engine, and although they are no longer used to transport cargo, they have become popular leisure craft. 

The spa’s reception is in the boat’s wheelhouse, where you can sit, relax, and enjoy a drink. The boat sits low in the water, so if you look out of the window you might well come face to face with a goose or swan. Both species think they own the island, much to the gardeners’ chagrin. 

Onboard the boat, there are three separate treatment rooms, all individual cabins which would make any ship’s captain green with envy. It feels like a very exclusive yacht. You can book a treatment alone or as a couple. The latter would be a very romantic addition to any weekend getaway.

I opted for a massage, 90 minutes of quiet serenity. The boat rocks gently, lulling you towards sleep, whilst the combination of botanical infused products and experienced hands work away the knots and tension. The Floating Spa’s signature treatment is the appropriately named The Monk’s Elixir, which takes its inspiration not only from the monks who once lived here but also the concept of an apothecary’s barge. Ancient wisdom comes to the fore in the preparation of essential oils infused with arnica, angelica, and even frankincense. The smells are potently herbal, adding another sensory dimension to the experience whilst at the same time encouraging you to breathe deeply and slowly. 

Minute by minute, I could feel the stresses of the working week subside. Muscles which had become tight from too many hours hunched at my desk steadily unwound. As they did, my mind stopped racing and a calmness descended. By the time the treatment ended, I was so relaxed that I could have napped for hours: I was hardly in a state to move! 

The only thing which could arouse me was the prospect of dinner. Extreme relaxation, it seems, stimulates the appetite. Showered and changed into something a little more elegant, I wandered back across the island’s pristine lawn to the terrace of The Monkey Bar. The Monkey Vesper was a must on a gorgeous evening, and it set the scene for an imaginatively curated dinner in the neighboring Monkey Brasserie.

Both the bar and the restaurant are open to non-residents as well as guests, and understandably, plenty of boaters had stopped by for a meal. The softest beef carpaccio and home cured salmon with a tangy lemon goats cheese demonstrated that the chef could do classics well, but it was with the main courses that he found his stride. I’ve never previously seen kimchi paired with beef fillet and tiger prawns, nor had the chance to enjoy duck breast balanced with beetroot. Cod with sautéed courgette and braised fennel, crispy kale, and a champagne sauce stole the show, though, and was a delicious light option, accompanied by an excellent bottle of wine.

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Swellegant Stays: The Stroud, Gloucestershire

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Swellegant Stays: The Stroud, Gloucestershire

There was a time when Stroud’s charm lay in its markets and artisan shops, rather than its hotels. Nestled within Gloucestershire’s Five Valleys, the town has always defied easy categorization—neither a quaint Cotswold village nor a bustling metropolitan hub. But now, with the arrival of The Stroud and the refined yet inviting Sauce at The Painswick (www.thepainswick.co.uk), the area finds itself stepping confidently into a new era of hospitality.

Built in 1852 as part of the Great Western Railway, The Stroud has lived many lives: first a Berni Inn, then a Thai restaurant, later abandoned. Now, its butterfly branding signals renewal, as the hotel reclaims its place in Stroud’s evolving landscape. A boutique property with an eye for understated elegance, its bar, wrapped in rich wood panelling, radiates warmth—avoiding both the sauna-like sheen of polished timber and the clichés of an overdone ski chalet aesthetic. Instead, the design embraces natural materials—exposed brick, soft leathers, and slate floors—all with a quiet confidence that whispers rather than shouts.

Upstairs, the rooms delight in their details. Soft pink hues and voile curtains catching the breeze create an air of serenity. But the real star? A copper bathtub—the kind of indulgence that turns a simple stay into something memorable.

Step away from The Stroud, and Stroud itself rewards those who persevere beyond first impressions. The Five Valleys Shopping Centre, its entrance dominated by vape shops and mobile accessory stalls, reveals a surprisingly luxe interior, complete with a gourmet food hall—open late on Fridays for post-work indulgence. There are independent boutiques selling genuinely local crafts, a thriving farmers’ market, and an award-winning wine shop for those with discerning tastes.

And then, just beyond, is Sauce at The Painswick, a restaurant where history meets quiet modernity. Its grand entrance remains, but subtle contemporary touches—a neon sign beside high arched doors, sculptural bowl chandeliers—hint at the restaurant’s evolving identity. The menu reflects this spirit of adaptation. Once traditional, then briefly experimental with shared small plates, Sauce listened to its loyal customers and found balance—a menu that accommodates all appetites and occasions.

Among its offerings, the house Pinot Noir, Les Templiers, is a standout: light, fruity, and effortlessly drinkable. Then there’s the asparagus—so fresh, so perfectly prepared, it serves as a quiet reminder of the joys of Cotswold produce.

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For those wary of Cotswold hotels that charm but isolate, The Stroud is a revelation—boutique comfort without seclusion. Paired with Sauce at The Painswick, it offers a weekend escape where history, hospitality, and modern indulgence coexist seamlessly. And when it’s time to explore beyond the hotel’s walls, there is always Raja Taxi, the local name to know for reliable travel.

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