Having not seen one of my college BFFs in forever, ’twas the perfect excuse for a mini spa break. The plan was the Radisson Blu Farnham Estate in Cavan – (Frances lives in Buncrana whilst I’m in Dublin – This place fell somewhere relatively in the middle. Done!)
The hotel is gorgeous – it’s basically an old country house surrounded by endless acres of woodlands. Obviously I intended to take plenty of photos but in the end up was too engrossed in catching up to notice the instagrammable opportunities. No harm! Who needs a psychiatrist when you’ve a friend and bottomless wine glasses?
After checking in we headed straight for the spa, having pre-booked back, neck and shoulder massages. Our masseuse was male – and our hopes high – I was holding out for a ridiculously good-looking Greek God type scenario, but expecting a gay beauty therapist (I’m nothing if not realistic). In steps our main man: Vladimir. His actual name escapes me but it was along those lines…
An Adonis he wasn’t, and we’ll leave it at that. But by god was he good!I reckon he was a physiotherapist back home (in the 1940’s) pre making the move to the back of beyond in Cavan. My back, neck and shoulders took a beating – Vlad was that intense at rolling out the knots, I literally thought he had a drill to my shoulder blade at one stage. Hands down the best massage I’ve had in forever.
After lounging around the pool and thermal suites for the rest of the day, we made way to the Botanica restaurant for a feed. The food was amaze; we both opted for steaks… and shared three desserts between two. The bariatric-ness of it all. Everything was delicious, our many plates were left shiny clean.
Dinner lead to the bar where we shared another bottle of wine, which lead to the wine cellar, where another bottle was popped. Which lead to the pretty ‘Afternoon Tea’ rooms, where we invited ourselves to another bottle. FYI I’m pretty sure that room was haunted, it had a distinct ‘presence’ vibe about it all (nothing to do with us existing in an altered state of mind)…
Into bed we collapsed circa sunrise and obviously we missed breakfast. Pizza for brunch it was instead. Day Two was spent lounging the spa once more, and rinsing off our hangovers poolside. Better than your average Monday morning depression feels!