the Reads: Spa

Fletcher’s Cottage, Archerfield House

the Antidote to... clinical spas

The therapists maketh the spa, and the ones here are the real McCoy – we are on the edge of Scotland, a few miles shy of Edinburgh with heart-stirring views across the North Sea where all the therapists are local lasses with hospitality in their DNA. Treatments hail from the British Isles giving you the choice of Aromatherapy Associates, Spiezia (whose Head in Heaven renders you non compos mentis) and Voya purifying, nicely stinky organic seaweed range harvested on Ireland’s Atlantic coast.

Relaxation happens fast and hard, the spa overlooks a walled garden and large windows let light flood treatment rooms. It could be the secret love child of Daylesford Organics’ Bamford Hay Barn and Babington House’ Cowshed with its Farrow & Ball palette and polished outhouse feel of exposed bricks and beams. Book things you normally swerve for fear of being short-changed/bored like The Rasul involving you and a (close) friend basting yourselves in scrubs and muds whilst sitting in a very steamy room – your skin will feel like a newborns. A 30-minute therapeutic soak in the bath hut (very posh shed) sounds uneventful but then that’s the point: solitude of this nature is rare and a good, old-fashioned restorative.

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The therapists maketh the spa, and the ones here are the real McCoy – we are on the edge of Scotland, a few miles shy of Edinburgh with heart-stirring views across the North Sea where all the therapists are local lasses with hospitality in their DNA. Treatments hail from the British Isles giving you the choice of Aromatherapy Associates, Spiezia (whose Head in Heaven renders you non compos mentis) and Voya purifying, nicely stinky organic seaweed range harvested on Ireland’s Atlantic coast.

Relaxation happens fast and hard, the spa overlooks a walled garden and large windows let light flood treatment rooms. It could be the secret love child of Daylesford Organics’ Bamford Hay Barn and Babington House’ Cowshed with its Farrow & Ball palette and polished outhouse feel of exposed bricks and beams. Book things you normally swerve for fear of being short-changed/bored like The Rasul involving you and a (close) friend basting yourselves in scrubs and muds whilst sitting in a very steamy room – your skin will feel like a newborns. A 30-minute therapeutic soak in the bath hut (very posh shed) sounds uneventful but then that’s the point: solitude of this nature is rare and a good, old-fashioned restorative.

Find out more here