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Stapleford Park (Leicester)
Member Name: pollee
Stapleford Park (Leicester)
Date: 24/08/01, updated on 24/08/01 (827 review reads)
Throughout this op it would work well if you could hum the tune 'if they could see me now' which is best known I think as a Liza Minelli song....every time I think of this country house hotel I start humming this song.....
Apolgies to those 9 people who read a shorter version of this op under the wrong heading a few months ago....it has not only improved but the truth is now being told as I become more confident in my Dooyoo opinions......
Stapleford Park in Leicestershire is luxury unlimited, but at £365 a night for a suite it has to be something special. They do 'speacials' for different rooms so take a look at the web site!
Owned by Peter De Savary, who also owns Skibo castle where Maddonna and Guy recently got married, the man has enormous amounts of money to throw at his ventures. The cushions in the many sitting rooms on the ground floor were enough to stock DFS for many years to come!! There are staff that just seem to plump cushions up all day!
A very wealthy male friend of mine asked me if I would liek to go away for the night and he took me here as a surprise.
We were met at our car (a Mazerati) by a very nice man, dressed in tweeds, who organised other people to take our luggage for us. The entrance hall alone was enough to take your breath away with a glimpse of the quality to come peeking around the corner, you could just see the sweeping staircase leading up to the many suites.
I kept calm, but already knew I could swear undying love, if only to continue being treated to this...ok I know we are only negotiating the price here!
We asked for a guided tour and just the cigar collection in the drawing room kept my partner occupied for some time. The house was wonderful, very much a country house hotel rather than a hotel.
We were there during the Foot and Mouth problems so we were limited to the grounds and gardens, but not the woods beyond. As we were only there f
or one night it wasn't a problem! There were very apologetic that the Falcons were not allowed to fly, as I didn't even know there were Falcons it wasn't a major deal for me!! We saw the huts they normally sit in and I had visions of them huddling down somewhere else with their wings crossed, looking very miffed that they couldn't stretch their wings!
Our suite included the highest bed I have ever seen, if you go onto their web site you will see it as the Harborough Room, a bathroom which had lovely pieces of Dalton everywhere, and a lounge area which had sumptous sofas, more cushions and homemade biscuits and Sloe Gin, the Sloes made from Sloes on the estate.
The spa was lovely although you do need to book in advance for treatments. It is also open to members of their country club but it was still very quiet. You are offered use of any Clarins products free of charge at the Spa, so after my swim I pampered myself.My partner said that at the price he was paying for the room I should have put them in my bag - such class!
Champagne arrived promptly in our room at 7 pm (he got a brownie point for that!) and they were laid back about the fact that we were late for our dinner reservation....:-) Well champagne does go straight to a girls head ;-)
We wnet down for dinner some time after the champers had been consumed and the room looked strangely untidy bearing in mind we had only been there a few hours...
Canapes of goats cheese were mouth meltingly wonderful and there were roasted nuts including Pistachios and walnuts, kept warm in a basket made of linen napkins, and they were just for us. No thoughts about how many unwashed hands had touched these before we got there!
Dinner was lovely, although it was slightly 'new cuisine' so have a few canapes before going in for dinner! Having said that I had a pud of lemon tartlet with homemade ice cream, dusted with cocoa powder and icing sugar that
made me feel I was appearing as a tester on Masterchef, it looked good and tasted great.
After dinner it gets a bit quiet, we played snooker in the snooker room, the staff were great at finding us and plying us with drinks, but apart from that there is nothing much to do apart from retire........and wake to the thought of a sumptous breakfast of scrambled eggs and smoked salmon.
On returning to our room it was tidy and there were chocolates on the pillow....slightly disconcerting that the bed was made.....after all they may have mis-read our pillow fight as something else..however it was soon forgotten as we lay in bed, looking out of large picture windows at the stars.
This is always ruined by the fact that at some time I'm going to have to admit to my friend that I wear contact lenses and put my glasses on. Not prepared to ruin his image of me at this stage, after all he hasn't been through the 'first thing in the morning' look yet I decided that discretion was best and would take my lenses out when we were going to sleep.
Some time later, after the wrestling had finished......I have always loved the WWF....and we had settled down for post wrestling sleep I snuck to the bathroom (size of normal semi detached house ground floor) to take my lenses out. Even with the curtains open it was dark - not much of a moon that night - so I turned on the bathroom light.
I was taking my lenses out when I heard shouting in the distance. Turning and looking out of the bathroom window I realised that as period windows they are very low and I was exposing my nakedness to a few people worse for wear wandering about on the lawn with their champagne glasses.
Quick as a flash (!) I fell to the floor (Ow that hurt!!) and did a good impression of a commando belly down making his way through enemy territory. I made it to the light cord, turned the light off and finished taking my lenses outin the dark.
ck in bed my man was breathing heavily, but this time it was more like snoring, and we both drifted off until the morning.
In the monring after breakfast (smoked salmon etc) we were getting ready for clay pigeon shooting when my man said 'what's that mark on your knees?'
Looking down I realised I had the start of two large bruises on my knees from the bathroom incident.
For the rest of the day my man swaggered around thinking he was the originator of the bruises, and as we left that afternoon I had to wear a longer skirt than the one I arrived in to cover the evidence!
Luckily the people involved didn't show themselves at breakfast so I kept our little secret!
All in all a wonderful experience, I want to go back again as soon as I can, and although the price is high you come away rested and full of vigor!
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