August 14, 2015 by marksetchfield
When I entered the spa my first reaction was: ‘Wow!’ The huge bright reception area reminded me of a Miami-inspired hotel lobby. Long, sheer ceiling-to-floor drapes sectioned off areas of the space. Plump white armchairs huddled around small tables that hinted at a modern and very light gentleman’s club.
I was greeted by my therapist with a refreshing mint tea and some dried fruit before my 50-minute muscle-ease massage began. I’ve been hitting the gym recently and combined with my desk job my shoulders were feeling pretty tense.
After being led through the labyrinth of corridors and shown to the male changing area, I entered the dimly lit treatment room – my oasis for the next hour or so.
I was given a choice of three oils that would energise, sooth or relax. I opted for the relaxing option, with a scent of lavender. I could feel the warm oil being gently massaged in to my feet first then the therapist worked up my legs. Face down on the bed, the pressure was perfect and my whole body soon let go of all the tension that had built up. I could smell the oil and listened to soothing tunes, inhaling three large breaths as I rolled over for the treatment to continue on my front.
With my eyes closed I could really feel the benefits; my shoulders felt open and looser. As the treatment finished, warm towels were placed over my body and I was left to relax for a few moments. ‘I may well fall asleep,’ I said as I was left alone. And I did instantly fall into a deep sleep only to be woken by the therapist’s offer of another herbal tea. Giggling, she also told me, ‘Sir, you do snore very loudly’, to which I replied, ‘I did warn you!’ I guess it was proof it worked.