After a quick fifteen-minute drive we entered through a narrow lane and then we pulled into the luxurious country house, The Pig Hotel.
The hotel is a beautiful manor set in the rolling Mendip Hills.
We headed inside our temporary home, breathing in the nostalgic scent of burning firewood. I always love how this certain smell takes me back to the nights keeping warming at festivals with the timber burning with fields wafting with the scent throughout.
We found our way to our room the Big Comfy Luxe Bedroom – which ticked each single part of its name. The space was light and airy combining the ideal balance between rustic and luxury.
Sat proudly in the centre of the room was a four-poster bed; we kicked off our shoes, instantly made ourselves feel at home testing out the squishy sumptuous bed.
At the foot of the bed stood a freestanding bathtub finished in a striking sage green tone paired with claw-feet.
Spoilt for choice with the bathing options with an en-suite equipped with shower facilities and traditional toilet, the walls clad with olive metro tiles contrasted against the rustic flooring.
Accepting we’d arrived in total bliss we raided the secret stash of goodies hiding in the mini bar, and indulged in the yummiest melt in your mouth buttery biscuits dipped in mugs full of tea.
The sunset outside started to fill the room with glistening light pouring through the windows; we chilled out spotting deer running outside.
We both giggled away exploring out new boudoir – squabbling over who should get to dunk into the freestanding tub first. Being the older wiser (more demanding) one I gladly tested the waters first.
After scrubbing ourselves up we headed on down the reclaimed timbered floors – trying to be graceful without getting our heels stuck in the natural knots in the wood.
The Drawing Room had a roaring fire – perfect for the nippy evening.
The interior was rich and inviting with a comfy burgundy deep buttoned Chesterfield located opposite the fireplace.
Can you just imagine hibernating here in the winter months with a good book and mug of hot chocolate? Maybe an option for your next winter retreat…
Paneled walls wrapped the space with an eclectic selection of paintings hanging throughout. We nestled into soft leather armchairs with views looking out at the acres surrounding us.
All great escapes should be toasted to with cocktails, Old Fashioned for Lauren and Mojito for I.
Washed down perfectly as we chatted away and admired our similar shoe choice for the evening.
The waiter brought over the menus for us to peruse through whilst we finished off another set of perfectly formed cocktails. Instantly the ‘piggy bits’ on the top of the menu excited us both.
The 25-mile menu meant that all foods that cannot be grown in the Kitchen Garden, vegetable or fruit beds within the grounds are locally sourced. The menu was packed with uncomplicated British dishes all with the emphasis of garden food.
We floated from the Drawing Room to the gorgeous Kitchen Garden with fresh green walls, contrasting patterned ceiling and the space illuminated with flickering candlelight.
The feasting began with fresh bread that was so tasty it didn’t even need a slither of butter. The piglets began feasting with chipolatas drizzled in a honey glaze that seemed to vanish into thin air within seconds.
We easily could of had a round two, but decided to dig into a bowl of fresh muscles soaked in a rich creamy cheesy sauce that was divine to dip the homemade bread into. Heaven.
For mains Lauren had the lamb suet which she swears to this day is the best dish she has ever eaten in a restaurant.
I opted for the bacon chop served with cabbage, which was equally delicious. All accompanied with a rich bottle of red to help wash it all down.
We sat for hours enjoying each other’s company and sharing our ambitions for the rest of the year ahead. Mine instantly was resulting as to where my next travel destination might be, whilst Lauren has a new artsy-craftsy trick up her sleeve. Watch this space!
With more wine in us and a beautifully lit space we relaxed and giggled away about anything and everything.
Sadly we were too full for pudding (must of been the stacked basket of breads fault!)
We trotted up to our super comfy suite, took turns having another soak in the bubble bath before bed.
Grabbed our pjs on and tucked into a few treats from the goodie station – the ultimate in girly sleepovers.
Not long after we both completely crashed flat out on cloud nine.
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