This is not a typical wellness retreat – all too often a rigid pursuit of detox or discipline. It’s landing in a place that can gently guide you back to your centre. The Turks and Caicos Islands sit like scattered pearls in the Lucayan Archipelago, a chain of some forty islands and cays, only a handful of them inhabited.
Nestled in a quiet residential street, however, only moments away from St Helier’s quaint and picture-esque squares bustling with bar and pub life, the property balances old-world heritage with modern indulgence.
At the mesmerising Al Hosn Festival, I found a vivid celebration of Emirati heritage with craftspeople, poetry, pearl divers and falconers gathered around the city’s oldest structure, the Al Hosn Fort. The air was thick with the scent of oud, and for an afternoon, I felt part of something older and wiser.
Sat discreetly in the heart of Mayfair and set over 5,500 square feet with Old Bond Street a literal stone’s throw away, one makes their way up five floors to be released into an oasis of clean lines, cool tones, and – dare you miss it – two whacking great mock-ups of jet fuselages.
During The Open in 2015, Sir Nick Faldo stayed at the estate, a quiet endorsement. And while guests today might not hold Claret Jugs, the sentiment is the same, this is where you come to focus, rest, and feel genuinely looked after.
Set in a sprawling country estate with a gentle grasp on the Cotswolds just moments away from Cheltenham, a long driveway lined with neatly coiffured hedgerows leads to The Greenway Hotel & Spa. Resident to the same lineage from its construction in 1584 until 1854, after just three subsequent owners, it opened as a luxury hotel in 1945. Relatively untouched, the Elizabethan architecture still reigns throughout the grand Grade II-listed 16th-century manor.
Egypt is one of the four oldest civilizations, an ancient land steeped in Bedouin traditions. In the South East Sinai lies Dahab – not merely a town, but a bohemian arcadia and a powerful fusion of culture and progression, where the past and future coexist harmoniously.
Freshly back from a YogiSki retreat in the French Alps”, is a phrase quite enjoyable to leave hanging in the air at an early morning on set. It holds steady with awe; with a pinch of the smugness generally associated with regaling tales of a ski break, alongside a heaped spoonful of intrigue at the idea of early mornings stridden with a grounding yoga practice, deep in the mountains.
