Blakes Hotel, London
The frantic knocks rattle on the door of our hotel room at precisely 5.45am. I stumble out of bed nakedly and reach for a gown. A voice comes through the door, urgent and shrill, with a thick, nicotine-stained sexiness.
The frantic knocks rattle on the door of our hotel room at precisely 5.45am. I stumble out of bed nakedly and reach for a gown. A voice comes through the door, urgent and shrill, with a thick, nicotine-stained sexiness.
Lawrence and Mrs L spend a few gorgeous days in the warm embrace of The Scarlet, Cornwall’s cliffside luxury eco hotel, gazing at the sea views, soaking up the feel-at-home vibe and indulging in Ayurvedic spa treatments.
The advent of a new administration can be an unsettling time. It could be argued…