When Next invited me on a wellness stay at Chewton Glen luxury treehouses I bit their arms off. My dad never made me a treehouse as a kid, something about not having a tree. Also I think the only time I get to relax and keep still in London is when I’m on an escalator. This trip away sounded an absolute dream.
So I hopped on a train to escape the intensity of the big smoke and after a 15 minute drive from New Milton train station I arrived at Chewton Glen Luxury Hotel & Spa. A man took my bag and placed it in a ‘luxury golf buggy’, which looked nice but was hard to discern why it was deemed so luxury. I then jumped on and it was indeed a smooth drive to my quarters, all 30 seconds of it.
When I got to the treehouse it was absolute perfection. I had a roaring fireplace, two floors to myself, a collection of sweet locally sourced treats and a hot tub that was ready to jump in. So I jumped in. Naturally all previous plans to leave my room were now vetoed so I ordered room service instead. The room service guy told me that loads of celebs had stayed there before, including George Clooney! Sadly the pillow just smelt of lavender.
After the best night sleep I woke to find that my breakfast had been delivered in a hamper through a secret hatch. How cool?! I ate it on my stunning terrace overlooking the New Forest.
Once I’d finally torn myself away from my Treehouse, I walked through Chewton Woods to Highcliffe beach. It was only a short walk which was just as well as it was -2 degrees! Thankfully due to my bright orange sleeping-bag-esque coat I was snug as a bug. Plus visible at a distance of 50 miles.
The weather was so bright and beautiful that I couldn't resist a little coastal run.
I didn’t forget to stretch- I felt like a Ninja Warrior. I looked like one too.
And as I was with all of my blogger friends, we posed along the beach.
During my active stay I did yoga and took a full body workout class in Chewton’s Gym Studio. Small, but had everything you need. I was lucky enough to use the spa too. Well, the tin did say luxury.
One relaxing facial and pedicure later I was back in my treehouse to change for dinner in the main hotel. Their smoked salmon was particularly delicious.
On my final morning I packed, had breakfast and took one last dip in my hot tub. It's not everyday a girl gets her own hot tub, it's just a shame George Clooney didn’t extend his stay: it had plenty of room for two.
If you fell in love with Chewton Glen Treehouse & Spa through the photos as much as I did in real life, then add it to your bucket list and get yourself booked into this paradise. After all, how many hotels have a secret hatch?
Chewton Glen have a few Treehouses to choose from (I had a treehouse loft) and you can see all the options and get in contact here.
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What I'm Wearing: Coat, swimwear, trainers and all activewear from Next