So last weekend I spent a night at the Seafield Golf and Spa Hotel, in Gorey, Co. Wexford. I booked the Sunday night there assuming it was the Hallowe’en Bank Holiday weekend – but alas I was proved incorrect – and therefore had to take Monday off work. Heart wrenching stuff. Naaaat!
Myself and my boyfriend first stayed here back in March (pre- Pharmer’s Journal times), and I absolutely adored the spa/spot in general – The hotel was pretty much a ghost town upon checking in (not in a haunted way – in our own private hotel kinda vibe) and I was in my element lording it up in the outdoor vitality pool and what not. Upon checking out, I planned to check right back in before too long – And so, six months later I found myself back in beautiful Ballymoney.
And so we checked in around lunchtime, just in time to indulge in some afternoon tea (fabliss), before strolling to the nearby beach – werkin’ up our appetites pre-dinner. I was insanely looking forward to dinner (fat bitch that I am), as it had been gorgeous from recollection.
Alas dinner in the Vista Mare restaurant was not to be – unfortunately it was fully booked… I obviously should have had the foresight to reserve a table, but you’re talking to the girl who mixed up the bank holiday here – Organisation ain’t my forte. (Plus it was so, so quiet on our last stay – Who’d have known?!)
No biggie – we swanned off to the spa for the evening, with the intention of grabbing some pub grub from the hotel bar laters. The Oceo Spa is gorgeous – They’ve a strict adult-only policy (WINNING) and the most luxe of hydrotherapy suites. It’s fab… Except for it being super busy. Waaah! We got bored of queuing/taking turns in the various chambers and called quits. To the outdoor pool it was.
This too (shall pass?) was jammerz. Rage. Also it’s worth noting that the outdoor area is currently under construction ’til March 2016 (stated via their site – which I obv never noticed ’til after checking in), and subsequently the outdoor area is closed midweek. How unforch! Though I guess you don’t have too long to wait ’til it’s bigger and better – But it’s definitely worth the phone call to double-check its completion before booking.
Dinner in the pub was another manic affair – The bar has a strict no reservations policy and so we were lumped with seats right at the bar (much to Mark’s delight with his birds-eye view of le football). The food was delicious though (yay), as was the wine, and the feeling of having a few glasses of vino on a Sunday night sans Monday morning dread was priceless.
Monday morning’s breakfast in bed was divine – after devouring it all I had bath number three. Yes I’m totally geriatric… Does anyone else adore hotel baths?! Baths at home just are not the same – There’s never enough peace and quiet / hot water / time to indulge etc…
I then went for my spa treatment – the Oh So Ocea Beautiful package – Basically a hot stone massage, Elemis facial, foot massage and eye mask in one. Bliss! Except that somehow my eyemask was swapped for a (quite painful!) scalp massage, but other than that – Bliss! The body massage was incredibly relaxing – ain’t no thang like a hot stone massage to relax those aching bones. I actually loved the foot massage as well, which I’d never think of getting as my feet are beyond vile BUT I left the spa feeling like I was walking amongst the clouds a la Mr. Soft… LOLZ.
Will I be back for a third jaunt to the Seafield?!
Most definitely – But on an irrelevant Tuesday night when I know it’ll be a little less full house. Oh dear God I really am geriatric now…