Escape to Borrowfield Lodge: Derby's Hidden Gem!
Escape to Borrowfield Lodge: Derby's Hidden Gem! - Or Is It Just a Really Pretty Facade? (A Very Honest Review)
Okay, so buckle up, buttercups. This isn't your cookie-cutter travel review. This is real. I just clawed my way back from Borrowfield Lodge in Derby, and let me tell you, the experience… well, it was something. Let's dive into the mess, shall we?
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Let's Get Down to Brass Tacks: The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly (but mostly the good, thankfully…)
First impressions? Stunning. Borrowfield Lodge is genuinely beautiful. Think manicured lawns, that classic old-English charm, and a general "loaded with cash" vibe. It's like something out of a period drama… until you realize you're the main character, and reality is gonna bite, eventually.
Accessibility:
Okay, this is crucial. I'm a bit of a stickler for accessibility, and Borrowfield gets some serious points here. "Wheelchair accessible" is a big check – the main areas were pretty damn good (though there were some steps to certain parts of the garden, so ask if you value the whole package). "Facilities for disabled guests" is ticked, but again, details are key. The rooms are well-designed, and the lifts are smooth. But… and there's always a "but," right? Getting everywhere in perfect comfort takes effort. I had to ask for help a few times, maybe they could improve on this. The "Elevator" was fantastic. "Check-in/out [private]" was super helpful, especially after a long drive. I can't speak to the specifics of wheelchair accessibility in every single nook and cranny, but overall, they genuinely try hard.
The Spa: Holy Moly, Worth the Hype… Mostly.
Okay, let's talk Spa. This is why people come to Borrowfield, right? It’s basically a hedonistic playground.
- Spa/sauna: check
- Steamroom: double check
- Swimming pool [outdoor]: Oh, the pool! It has a view that makes you forget your worries and it has a Pool with view. Bliss. You'll want to book a few hours to hang around the pool.
- Massage: YES. Do yourself a favor and book a massage. One of the best massages EVER. I’m still dreaming about it a week later. The masseuse was a total pro.
- Body scrub: I did a body scrub, it was weird at the time, but I felt amazing after.
- Gym/fitness: The gym was well-equipped with my treadmill.
- Foot bath: I didn't try this, but I wish I had.
Here's the messy part: The spa felt a little crowded at times, and getting a treatment slot wasn’t easy. The initial experience was pure zen, but then the crowd started coming, so it dropped in quality unfortunately.
Cleanliness and Safety: The Pandemic Edition
They really hammer home the cleanliness. "Anti-viral cleaning products?" Check. "Daily disinfection in common areas?" Check. I saw staff scrubbing things down constantly. "Hand sanitizer" everywhere. "Staff trained in safety protocol?" They seemed it. Did it feel sterile? Maybe a little. But hey, I'd rather safe than sorry. "Room sanitization opt-out available" is a good option.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Mixed Bag of Treats
The food… oh, the food.
- Restaurants: They have a few. One is formal, the other a bit more relaxed.
- Breakfast [buffet]: The buffet was epic. The "Asian breakfast" section was a delightful surprise (I love a good noodle soup!), and the "Western breakfast" was equally solid. Fresh fruit, pastries, the works.
- Bar: Great cocktails. Happy hour? Definitely.
- Room service [24-hour]: Because sometimes you just need a burger in your bathrobe at 3 AM.
The "Bad" News (It Wasn't REALLY Bad Though):
- The Price Tag: Borrowfield Lodge is not cheap. Be prepared to part with a decent chunk of change.
- "Pets allowed unavailable:" Not ideal if you’re a pet lover, but understandable. The place is too polished for my mischievous dog!
- The Occasional Inconvenience: The WiFi dropped out a couple of times (oh no, not the internet! sarcasm), and service, although overwhelmingly good, had the occasional hiccup.
My Room: Cozy, But…
My room? Pretty darn nice. "Non-smoking" rooms are a must. The view was chef's kiss, the bed was HUGE, and the "Air conditioning" was a godsend. "Free Wi-Fi" - YES! Although, as mentioned above, the signal flickered. "Additional toilet" wasn't available for me, but some rooms have this. I appreciated the "Bathtub," the "Hair dryer" and also the "Ironing facilities." I liked the "Wake-up service," they were always on time.
Things To Do Beyond the Spa?
They have a list, but I didn't actually do any of the "Things to do." Look, I was there to spa and eat. But they offer "Meetings," "Seminars," and even "Shrine." Apparently, there's a "Convenience store," I didn’t see it, though.
The Verdict: Escape Worthy?
Absolutely. Despite the minor flaws (which are honestly pretty minor), Borrowfield Lodge is a special place. It’s a splurge, for sure, but the spa, location, and that general feeling of pampered luxury are worth it, especially if you want to feel alive.
So, go. Escape. Indulge. Just be prepared to maybe loosen your purse strings a bit, and for the occasional imperfection. You won't regret it. This is a genuine recommendation. I'm already dreaming of going back.
Red Sea Paradise: Your Eilat Escape Awaits!
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst (and probably with a few missteps) into my Derby adventure. This ain't your perfectly curated Instagram feed; it's the raw, unfiltered, slightly chaotic reality of me, a human being, trying to navigate Borrowfield Lodge.
Day 1: Arrival and the Existential Dread of Check-In (Plus, Pizza!)
- 13:00 - The Train from Hell (or, London to Derby): Right, let's be honest, the train journey was a bloody slog. Delayed. Overcrowded. Smelly kid with a sticky biscuit. I swear, I've seen more inspiring things in a beige-colored sock drawer. My mood? Let's just say I was oscillating between mild annoyance and a full-blown existential crisis about the futility of public transport.
- 15:00 - Arrival at Borrowfield Lodge: The Quest for the Reception: Finding the reception felt like an Indiana Jones movie, except instead of a golden idol, I was searching for a lanyard and a keycard. The signs were… suggestive, not definitive. I walked around in a circle, twice, muttering about "archaic signage" and wondering if I could just sleep on the lawn. Finally, success! Found it. Relief washed over me. Now, to actually find my room…
- 15:30 - The Room Reveal: Not a Disaster, But…: Okay, room. Not bad. Clean, functional. Window overlooking… a car park. Okay, realism, right? I'd seen worse. The bed looked promising, though. My priority had immediately shifted to collapsing on it. That moment of pure, untouched exhaustion after a journey, ah, bliss!
- 17:00 - The Pizza Predicament: I'd somehow forgotten to eat. I had pizza, and this was important. The nearest pizza place wasn't exactly Michelin-star caliber, but after this crazy day, it was heaven. It was like the pizza gods had descended to give me hope.
- 18:00 - The Evening News and the Deepest Thoughts: After the pizza, some local news, it sounded like there was a minor crisis. It was a perfect chance to contemplate the nature of existence again. I was going to be here for a while, and I felt the strangeness of not being home.
Day 2: Derby's Delights (And My Blunders)
- 08:00 - Breakfast - A Culinary Adventure (Or, the Soggy Sausage Saga): Breakfast at Borrowfield Lodge. Always a gamble, right? Today, it involved a sausage that looked like it was auditioning for a role in a horror film and some eggs that tasted vaguely of disappointment. But, you know, fuel is fuel. I ate it. I survived.
- 09:00 - A Stroll Through the City Centre: "The Cathedral": The Derby Cathedral was the highlight of the morning. So incredibly beautiful. I walked around, admiring the details, all while I kept getting distracted.
- 11:00 - The Museum of Making: A Triumph! (Mostly): Who knew Derby had such a cool industrial museum?! The Museum of Making was amazing. It had everything. The details were great. The exhibits were really engaging. I did feel a little bit like a kid in a candy store, but I wasn't complaining.
- 13:00 - Lunch/Crisis: I found a nice cafe. The food was great but I was suddenly hit by a wave of homesickness. I missed my family. I missed my dog. I almost cried into my sandwich. Deep breath. Perspective. You can do this.
- 14:00 - The River Derwent: My Moment of Zen (Followed by a Near-Disaster): A walk by the River Derwent. Serene, peaceful, beautiful. I imagined myself as some sort of Romantic poet, communing with nature. Then, I almost slipped on a particularly treacherous patch of mud and nearly ended up in the freezing water. Lesson learned: Poetry is best enjoyed from a safe distance.
- 16:00 - Shopping (Or, My Complete and Utter Lack of Fashion Sense): I thought "shopping." I ended up buying a pair of socks. That's it. I'm not good at shopping, and I was bored.
- 17:00 - Evening: I returned back to the lodge, where I watched some television and read a book.
Day 3: The Long Road Home (Plus, Reflections and Regrets)
- 08:00 - That Soggy Sausage Again: Sigh.
- 09:00 - Last-Minute Souvenir Quest: Forgot to buy souvenirs! Panicked dash to the nearest shop. Ended up with a pencil and a postcard of the Cathedral. Riveting.
- 10:00 - The Train of Terror, Part Deux: The journey home. Delayed again. More sticky biscuits. More existential dread. But, armed with my pencil and postcard and the memories of Borrowfield Lodge (mostly good), I survived.
- 12:00 - The Great Reveal: It was over.
Quirks, Anecdotes, and Utterly Irrelevant Observations:
- The Mystery of the Missing Spoon: At exactly, 10:30 in the morning I was short a spoon. No other spoon in the room. Did someone steal it? Do I look like a spoon thief?!
- The Derby Accent: I love it. Very charming. It also took me, roughly, 48 hours to understand what anyone was saying.
- My Brilliant Idea (That Failed Spectacularly): I had this genius idea to order room service. Turns out, Borrowfield Lodge doesn't do room service. Humiliating.
- The Bed's Verdict: The bed was actually really comfortable! A small triumph in a sea of minor disasters.
- The overall takeaway: Would I go back? Maybe. It wasn't the dream vacation. It was… real. And that's got to count for something, right? Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go lie down. My feet hurt. And I think I need a snack.
Escape to Borrowfield Lodge: The Messy, Glorious Truth!
So, Borrowfield Lodge... Is it really a "hidden gem" or just another overpriced weekend getaway?
Okay, let's be honest. The "hidden gem" thing? It’s *kind of* true. But more like a slightly tarnished, slightly dusty, unbelievably charming gem that you stumble upon after a wrong turn and a prayer. I mean, it's not the Ritz, alright? But it *does* have this... aura. You walk in, and the world outside just… melts away. Okay, maybe I was a little tipsy on arrival, but still! It's got that old, loved vibe. Think of your eccentric grandma's house, but instead of moth-eaten doilies, there are incredibly comfy armchairs you can actually sink into. My first impression? "Woah, this place smells deliciously of woodsmoke and... books? Sold."
What's the food situation like? 'Cause I'm a hangry person.
Okay, important question. Food. Let's just say Borrowfield Lodge isn't exactly *fine* dining. But the food is… comforting. Hearty. Filling. Think proper cooked breakfasts, mountains of roast potatoes (yes!), and dinners that feel like a hug from the inside. I swear, their Sunday roast nearly made me cry happy tears. My one minor gripe? Sometimes the portions are so huge I felt like I was preparing for hibernation. And the dessert! My god, the desserts! This one time, they had this sticky toffee pudding... I think I actually blacked out from the sheer deliciousness. My fault, probably. Too much wine. Which, by the way, is plentiful. So, you know… plan accordingly. Pack your stretchy pants. You'll need them.
Is it actually in Derby? Because Google Maps confuses me...
Yes! ... Mostly. It’s sort of *near* Derby. Think of it like Derby's slightly bohemian, slightly rebellious cousin who lives just outside town. You'll need a car, probably. Don't attempt public transport unless you have the patience of a saint and a very, very good book. The drive? A bit winding, honestly. I got a *little* lost on the way the first time. Okay, I got *very* lost. Blame the sat nav. Blame the fact I was busy admiring the scenery. Blame my horrendous sense of direction. Just… make sure you have directions downloaded, and maybe print them out, just in case. The point is YES, it is actually, reasonably, sort of in Derby. Once you figure it out. I can still hear the owner laughing in the lobby...
Tell me about the rooms. Cozy? Cramped? Do they have a hairdryer that actually *works*?
Okay, rooms. This is where the "charming imperfections" really shine. They are not, I repeat, NOT sterile hotel rooms. They have character. A LOT of character. Think mismatched furniture, quirky artwork (I'm pretty sure that portrait on the wall was judging me), and maybe the occasional creaky floorboard. My room had this amazing four-poster bed. Honestly, felt like royalty. And yeah, the hairdryer... it worked! (Take note! I've been to places where the hair dryer is basically an afterthought, you barely need to breathe on it). Is it perfect? Nope. But it's real. It feels, you know, *lived in*. Like a place someone actually *cares* about. Plus, the views from the windows? Proper postcard material.
What can I actually DO there? Beyond eating and sleeping (though, both sound appealing...).
Right, so beyond stuffing your face and enjoying a quality kip? Borrowfield Lodge is the perfect place to... do absolutely nothing. Or... *anything*. There are walking trails (seriously, breath-taking), board games in the lounge that'll get your competitive juices flowing, and a roaring fire in the winter. One time, I spent a whole afternoon just reading books in front of that fire and drinking a glass of red wine. No regrets. Pure bliss. They also sometimes do special events – I went to a wine tasting once that was… well, let's just say my notes were a little *fuzzy* the next morning. Again, blame the wine. But it was fun! If you’re a go-getter you can reach peak fitness and visit the Peak District. You can explore the local pubs, but you have to find them first.
The staff! Are they nice? Because I'm high maintenance and expect to be treated well.
Okay, the staff. This is where Borrowfield Lodge really shines. These people aren't just *staff*; they're... well, they're like a slightly eccentric, incredibly friendly family. They're welcoming, they're helpful, and they genuinely seem to care that you're having a good time. I'm a bit of a worrier, and the owner noticed I was fidgety. He sat down and talked to me for ages, made me a chamomile tea, and the next thing you know, I was feeling more relaxed than I had in months. They're not always perfect (nobody is!), maybe there's a slight delay in getting your coffee sometimes, but they make up for it in spades with genuine warmth. Bottom line? You'll feel like you're staying at a friend's house, not a hotel. And that's priceless. Seriously.
Anything I need to be warned about? Any serious downsides?
Alright, the negatives, the caveats, the *truth bombs*! Right, first the obvious - it's not the sleekest place you'll ever stay. Don’t expect pristine perfection. If you're the type who needs everything *just so*, with no hint of "rustic charm", you'll probably hate it. Also, and this is a *BIG* one: the wifi can be… temperamental, at best. Embrace the digital detox. Seriously. Embrace it. Finally, and I am still not sure, the local ghost stories. There are tales floating around though!
Would you go back? And would you recommend it?
Absolutely, 100%, without a shadow of a doubt, yes! I'm already planning my return. Because, despite its quirks, despite the sometimes wonky wifi and the slightly mismatched decor, Borrowfield Lodge has something *special*. It's a place where you can truly relax, escape the everyday, and just… be. A place where they remember your name, ask about your day (without being intrusive), and make you feel genuinely welcome. If you are looking for perfect, keep looking. But if you are looking for a slice of genuine, down-to-earth charm, with amazing food and a cozy atmosphere, then absolutely yes, run, don't walk, to Borrowfield Lodge. You won't regret it. Just… pack extra socks. And maybe a good book (andMy Hotel Reviewst
