It happened because a birthday happens and nobody can change it. Last Thursday was my Birthday. And Cath took me to The Coniston Spa, "a place where empowered health and holistic healing live in harmony". It also became Cathie's Birds Day. And that desserves explanation. Trying to avoid longwinded and maybe boring story telling about how one can celebrate an old boy's birthday, I would love to summarize what I have to say.
Yes, the Coniston Spa Hotel was great: lovely country style, gorgeous rooms, beautiful premises, excellent breakfast and dinner. Situated in a generously shaped landscape near Skipton/North Yorkshire, around Coniston Lake, the hotel offers so many attractions that we had to chose amongst them: massages, shooting ground, falconry, swimming pool, archery and golf, and: a Victorian Ice House we never saw. Cath was the maître de plaisir, I - the happy victim.
So, what we did, apart from swimming and resting, was a nice walk to the Falconry where Mark showed us his birds. Owls and other prey birds. We learned a lot, not only, that an ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain, but also that polar bears are left handed, like me. We also underwent a lovely and tender massage experience, both relaxing and therapeutic (the girls doing it were awsome). By the way, the spa is a mobile phone and smoke free zone. Nobody could reach us by phone. Thank you, Coniston Hotel and thank you, dear friends and family for having tried.
To reach the Spa, if you are tempted: call 01756 748080. Message to Cath: don't do it again. It was overwhelmingly fantastic. Cok cok merci. The cushion she gave me as an additional and totally unnecessary present proclaimed the following:
ROYAL BOROUGH OF GORGEOUSNESS (then follows a crown) DEVILISHLY HANDSOME (that's me) OVER EDUCATED GENTLEMAN (that's me again) lives here (who's that?).
Thanx, Cath!
Yes, the Coniston Spa Hotel was great: lovely country style, gorgeous rooms, beautiful premises, excellent breakfast and dinner. Situated in a generously shaped landscape near Skipton/North Yorkshire, around Coniston Lake, the hotel offers so many attractions that we had to chose amongst them: massages, shooting ground, falconry, swimming pool, archery and golf, and: a Victorian Ice House we never saw. Cath was the maître de plaisir, I - the happy victim.
So, what we did, apart from swimming and resting, was a nice walk to the Falconry where Mark showed us his birds. Owls and other prey birds. We learned a lot, not only, that an ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain, but also that polar bears are left handed, like me. We also underwent a lovely and tender massage experience, both relaxing and therapeutic (the girls doing it were awsome). By the way, the spa is a mobile phone and smoke free zone. Nobody could reach us by phone. Thank you, Coniston Hotel and thank you, dear friends and family for having tried.
To reach the Spa, if you are tempted: call 01756 748080. Message to Cath: don't do it again. It was overwhelmingly fantastic. Cok cok merci. The cushion she gave me as an additional and totally unnecessary present proclaimed the following:
ROYAL BOROUGH OF GORGEOUSNESS (then follows a crown) DEVILISHLY HANDSOME (that's me) OVER EDUCATED GENTLEMAN (that's me again) lives here (who's that?).
Thanx, Cath!
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