A Day of Indulgence…
Yesterday was my annual pilgrimage to The Sanctuary, with my dear friend Jan. This is a day we look forward to every year, once we have managed to synchronise a day in our diaries that we can both be in the same place at the same time (twice yearly if we’re lucky & organised). The whole point of the day is to do nothing, or as little as possible, depending on your definition of ‘nothing‘. Starting with a morning of doing very little but chat on a lovely, comfy sofa in the Koi Carp Lounge, followed by a light lunch accompanied by bubbles (mandatory for reaching ultimate relaxation mode), a facial, an infra-red treatment (interesting experience, hot, hot, hot! and rather worrying red marks on my back that eventually did disappear, thankfully), then a swim and dip in the hot tub. Our day in this place of ultimate relaxation finishes with a few more bubbles, lots more chat and then retreating to the showers to make ourselves beautiful for a night out in London.
We went to a fabulous restaurant called Les Deux Salon, not far from Charing Cross Station, recommended by foodie Nigel Barden (Thanks for the tip Nigel – fabulous restaurant!) The food & service were both amazing, a great place for a special night out, a pre/post theatre meal or just a drink at the bar. Sitting in a lovely restaurant for around three hours, more chatting, Red Wine for me, Margaritas for Jan, was the perfect end to our day of pure self indulgence. Pushing the boat out just a little bit more, we treated ourselves to a taxi to Euston, rather than joining the masses on the Tube. The obligatory people watching in the train station lobby while waiting for the platform announcement provided twenty minutes of entertainment. Giggling at the obscene height of heels worn by the twenty somethings, and grimacing at the inappropriate lengths of skirts on the muttons dressed as lamb who are old enough to know better, we decided that we must be perfect, as the rest of them obviously weren’t. (Of course we don’t really think that, that would be far too boring.)
The eventual announcement of our train leaving from platform 5 saw a barrage of drunkenness all fleeing like prisoners to an open door to freedom. Fortunately we managed to grab a seat thanks to elbows and a bit of ducking and diving between those in a far worse state than ourselves. A relief not to have to stand up for the next 40 minutes being buffeted by burger wielding, Christmas jumper wearing lads – as sweet as they were.
An exceptional day, great company and just the tonic to help us get through the silly season ahead. Although not the cheapest day out, it’s certainly worth every penny – treating ourselves once in awhile can’t do any harm . The Sanctuary tradition will hopefully continue for many years to come. Cheers!