Spa – the three letter word I am always in the mood for. Truthfully, that is what attracted us (by us, I mainly mean me) to The Kings Head Hotel, Cirencester. Not for the huge, beautifully furnished suites with the deep bronze bath just a tiptoe from the four-poster bed, or the rumours I’d heard about the delicious, locally sourced brasserie style food. Whilst all of these indulgent details made our stay at the 14thcentury venue particularly lavish, the vaulted underground spa was special. The quiet, warm, dreamy, just-us kind of space that we never seem to find the time or place for.
The spa is underground, a small, vaulted space of tranquillity. The lighting is perfect, slightly dimmed and warmed like the most flattering and cosy of Instagram filters. As the space is so small the venue are very careful not to overbook – we had the entire place to ourselves. My Nourish and Glow treatment was booked in for 9am on the Monday morning and I am since disappointed that my weeks cannot always start in this way. During treatments gentle music from Paulo Nutini, James Bay and Katie Melua are played– surprisingly a welcomed change from rainfall tracks, wolves howling and general spa music. Between the lyrics and the gentle therapist’s skill a warmth and glow were restored back into my sleepy face. The relaxation room is the sweetest room of all, so very soft on the eyes and skin with beige, browns and greys; snugs and heavy blankets draped across the bouncy relaxation beds, candlelight framing the edges. A snuggle haven, if you’re into that.
Our bedroom too came under the snuggle-haven kind of category. The beautiful suite and slate-coloured bathroom were both large enough to swing not just a cat, but myself around. Huge patio doors just by the bedside led us out onto a decked balcony area, overlooking the hotel’s small, seated outdoor space- the perfect place to enjoy a smug cup of tea together.
If you’re spending a weekend in Cirencester it is worth noting that several independent cafes and gastro-pubs close on Sundays. Lucky for us, our foodie hopes were pinned with a reservation at the hotel’s restaurant. After a tipple by log fire we looked over the menu, making immediate lusty choices. For me it had to be the light, satisfyingly creamy cheese soufflé and for him, zingy crab cakes with smooth coconutty flavour, the dish looked and tasted like something you’d have on a warm, tropical holiday. These bites set our expectations high but when it comes to main dishes, however, the restaurant’s strength is undeniably the refined brasserie-style dish. I couldn’t help but eye-up his hearty Sausage choice over my Spaghetti Vongole. To complete the meal, opt for some of your favourites from the displayed local cheese selection. Waiters kindly talk you through each of them – who doesn’t love having their food tantalisingly described to them before they eat. Spot on.
For more information please visit kingshead-hotel.co.uk/