Escape to Bliss: Luxurious Fern Cottage Awaits in Johnston!
Escape to Bliss: Fern Cottage – Did It Actually Live Up to the Hype?! (Johnston, You Had Me at "Luxurious"…)
Okay, so I'm back. Fresh from a stay at this "Escape to Bliss" place, the Fern Cottage in Johnston. The brochure practically screamed luxury, promising a haven, a sanctuary…all the usual grand pronouncements. Did it deliver? Well, buckle up buttercups, because it's a mixed bag, a proper rollercoaster of bliss and… well, let's just say "slightly less blissful" moments.
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Accessibility & That Whole "Inclusive" Thing
First impressions: Okay. The website talked a big game about being accessible. They had "Wheelchair Accessible" plastered everywhere. Fine. The entrance seemed… passable. But getting around? That's where it started to feel a little… aspirational. The elevator was a godsend, no question. But the paths to the pool? A bit uneven. The "accessible" room? (Which I didn’t need but peeked in, you know, for the review) Felt like… well, an afterthought. The shower wasn't fantastic for someone with severe mobility issues. The intention was there, I'll give them that, but the execution? Room for improvement. (Accessibility: 3/5 - good intentions, but fell short in some key areas)
Rooms & That All-Important "Luxury" Factor
Alright, let's talk about the rooms. The website photo's had me picturing… well, heaven. My room, a "deluxe" something-or-other, was… decent. Clean, yes. Comfortable, mostly. The bed was HUGE. But the "luxurious" bit? The blackout curtains were fantastic. Total darkness, glorious sleep. The coffee maker was a welcome addition. (Shout out to the complimentary tea! I’m a sucker for a good cuppa.) But… the "complimentary" water bottles? Two measly little things. Come on! For a place billing itself as luxurious, it felt… stingy. Like they're trying to save water, not provide a luxurious experience. The mini-bar was, thankfully, stocked. The bathroom… okay, not bad. Good water pressure. (Always a win). (Rooms: 3.5/5 - comfortable, but the "luxury" was more like "faux-luxurious")
Internet – Because We Live Online Now
Free Wi-Fi in the rooms? YES! Thank god. I couldn't get a decent signal from my phone. Speed was… acceptable. But, the fact that they also had LAN connections in the rooms was a bit redundant. Were there really people still plugging in that thing?! (Internet: 4/5 - solid, reliable, but the LAN felt old-school)
Food, Glorious Food (Or Not So Glorious, Depending)
Right, the dining. This, my friends, is where the review really gets interesting. They had everything! Several restaurants. Breakfast buffets. A la Carte. International cuisine, Asian… the list was epic.
- Breakfast: The buffet… was a solid "meh". The usual suspects: eggs, bacon, sad-looking pastries. The Asian breakfast seemed more interesting, but I stuck to the Western stuff… and regretted it. The coffee? Undrinkable. (The room service coffee was slightly better). (Breakfast: 2/5 - could do much better)
- Dinner: I tried the "fine dining" restaurant. The menu was impressive. The prices? Ouch. The atmosphere? Trying really hard to be fancy. My steak was… okay. Nothing to write home about. The service was a bit pretentious and slow. Felt a bit like one of those parody restaurants in a sitcom. The wine selection was extensive, though. (Silver linings, eh?). I also tried the poolside bar, I had a salad. It was good. (Dinner: 3/5 – potential exists, but execution needs work)
- Other snacks and sustenance: They had a coffee shop and a snack bar. I got a decent cup of coffee from the coffee shop. (Snacks: 3/5 – The convenience store was a lifesaver, for quick snacks!)
The Spa: My Moment of Bliss (And Regret)
Okay, THIS is where Fern Cottage almost redeemed itself. The spa. The dream. I booked a massage. A body wrap. The works.
- The massage: Heaven. Seriously. The masseuse was skilled, professional, and worked out all the knots I didn't even realize I had. It's almost worth the trip just for that.
- The body wrap: Okay, slightly less heavenly. It was… messy. And I felt a bit like a burrito. But hey, my skin felt… smoother.
- The pool with a view: The pool was stunning. Infinity edge. A view of… something. Not sure what. (Trees?). But the water was refreshingly cold. (Spa: 4/5 – massage was AMAZING. Everything else was… good, but the massage was memorable)
- The sauna, steam room and jacuzzi: all were a welcome addition. (Spa/Sauna: 4/5 – relaxation at its finest)
- Gym/fitness: The fitness center was basic. Treadmill. Weights. The usual. I did pop in. But I didn't workout properly, to be honest. (Gym/fitness: 2.5/5 – basic, but still welcomed)
- Foot bath: There wasn’t one. (Sad face).
Things To Do & Things That Didn't Happen
They had a lot on offer, in theory.
- Things to do: They had a list of "things to do" - but nothing really caught my eye. The brochure promised… adventure. (But no adventure).
- Ways to Relax: Spa, pool. Already covered.
- The rest: Most of their events are on the small side, and inside – not optimal.
Cleanliness, Safety… and the Dreaded "Covid Protocols"
- Cleanliness: The rooms were clean. The common areas… appeared to be. The hotel had the air of “cleanliness” without the feeling of being overly sanitized.
- Safety Protocols: The staff seemed to be following protocols. Hand sanitizer everywhere. Masks worn diligently. Not excessively intrusive, which was a relief.
- Anti-viral Cleaning: I did not see anything particularly “anti-viral” about the cleaning products.
- Daily disinfection in common areas: Felt like they were trying.
- The rest: Mostly, they nailed it.
Services and Conveniences (The Good, The Bad, And The Occasionally Bizarre)
- Elevator: Yes, thank god!
- Concierge: Helpful, but a little… robotic.
- Food delivery: They offered it, but limited options.
- Safety deposit boxes: Yes. (Good to know.)
- Doorman: Yes.
- Valet parking: Yes.
- Facilities for disabled guests: The elevators were a definite plus.
- The rest: The gift shop was incredibly small! The lack of shops made the hotel feel quite empty.
For the Kids (Because Apparently, Grown-Ups Aren't The Only Ones Who Need Escapes)
- Babysitting service: Available. (Didn't use it.)
- Family/child friendly: Seemed to be. (Saw some kids).
- Kids meal: I don't have any. But I suppose it's a service.
Check-In/Out & Other Oddities
- Check-in/out [express]: Yep.
- Check-in/out [private]: Nope.
- Front desk [24-hour]: Standard.
- Invoice provided: I did get an invoice.
- Cashless payment service: Worked fine.
- The rest: I asked about having an extra guest in my room, and they seemed to give me grief about it. (The hotel felt more “strict.”
Final Verdict (The Bit You Actually Came For)
Fern Cottage, Johnston… It's not a bad place. It's potentially a good place. But the "luxurious" thing? It feels, at times, like a promise they haven't quite managed to keep. The spa is the saving grace. Seriously, go get a massage. The accessibility… needs improvement. The food is hit-or-miss. The overall experience? A mixed bag. I'd give it a solid 3.5/5. Would I go back? Maybe. If I was
Unwind in Amber: Poland's Hidden Gem Hotel & Spa Awaits!
Alright, buckle up, buttercup, because this ain't your grandma's itinerary. This is the diary of a frazzled soul attempting to find serenity in a luxury cottage in the wilds of… Johnston, Wales. Buckle up, because honey, it's gonna be a ride.
Fern Cottage: Where Dreams and Reality Clash (And Probably the Kettle Too)
Day 1: Arrival – The Great Welsh Bake-Off (and Breakdown)
- 14:00: Arrive at Fern Cottage. The website promised "rustic charm." The reality? A charmingly small cottage with a surprisingly steep driveway. I nearly took out the gardener. (Who, judging by his bemused expression, is probably used to it.) The key was hidden in a plastic hedgehog. Seriously? Hedgehog. This is my life now.
- 14:30 - 15:30: Unpacking. My suitcase exploded. So much for carefully folded outfits. Found a rogue bag of crisps in the bottom – clearly, pre-holiday me was having a rough one.
- 15:30 - 16:00: Kettle reconnaissance. It's a fancy Smeg. Took me a solid ten minutes to figure out how to turn the blasted thing on. Almost burnt the cottage down. (Hyperbole, maybe. But the smoke alarm did go off.)
- 16:00 - 18:00: Attempt to conquer the kitchen. The welcome hamper promised Welsh cakes. I, a culinary master of the microwave, decided to bake them. Famous last words. The first batch resembled hockey pucks. The second, a charred offering to the gods of the Aga. I, defeated and covered in flour, surrendered. The Welsh cakes were probably better in the hamper anyway.
- 18:00 - 19:00: Stumble into the surprisingly luxurious living room after a self-induced bake-off failure. Settle with a book, some wine and a big, "I deserve this" kind of sigh. Think I dozed off.
- 19:00 - 20:00: Takeaway! Had to give up on the whole cooking thing. Ordered from a local place. Fish and chips seemed appropriate, and the walk back to the cottage under a slightly damp sunset was lovely. (Even though I nearly tripped over a very judgmental-looking cat.)
Day 2: Coast-to-Coast Chaos (and Cognitive Dissonance)
- 08:00: Wake up after a surprisingly decent night's sleep in a really comfy bed. Decide to embrace the Welsh wilderness.
- 09:00 - 10:00: Breakfast. Toast. Again. At this rate, I will have invented the perfect bread-to-butter ratio by the end of this trip.
- 10:00 - 12:00: Explore the Pembrokeshire Coast Path. Wow. It was gorgeous. The turquoise water, the cliffs, the bracing wind. All the things I needed to feel alive. I took a million photos. One particularly majestic gull pooped on my favourite hat. Nature, eh? A constant reminder of your place in the food chain.
- 12:00 - 13:00: Lunch - Find a nice pub on the coast. Ordered a ploughman's. Got an entire BLOCK of cheddar. (Never been so happy to see a block of cheese in my life.)
- 13:00 - 15:00: Decide I'm an adventurer. Discover a hidden cove. Nearly fall down a cliff face while trying to get a good photo. (Priorities, people!) Scramble back up, covered in seaweed and slightly terrified of my own mortality.
- 15:00 - 16:00: The weather turned. Rain, wind, the whole shebang. Retreat to a cute little tea shop. Ordered a scone with cream. Perfect, absolutely perfect.
- 16:00 - 17:00: Drive back to Fern Cottage. The roads are tiny. The navigation app is utterly useless. Got lost. Twice. Saw a sheep. Felt a deep connection with the sheep.
- 17:00 - 19:00: Relax at the cottage. Read a book. The book is called "Wild Swimming". The irony isn't lost on me, considering the weather outside.
- 19:00 - 20:00: Dinner at a local restaurant. Ordered something fancy, something with scallops! Ate too much.
- 20:00 - 22:00: A walk to watch the stars. The sky here is incredible. The quiet. It's… calming. Then, some car headlights ruin it and I want to punch the driver. But then I remember to be at peace.
Day 3: Johnston - The Final Reckoning (And the Discovery of Bliss)
- 09:00 - 10:00: Sleep in, I think I need it.
- 10:00 - 11:00: Brunch. Breakfast. I have to get over my cooking fear. The cottage has an Aga! This is my chance. The pancakes are a disaster. They are flat, and gooey. I hate them.
- 11:00 - 13:00: Explore Johnston. A tiny village. Very charming. Found a little shop selling local crafts. Bought a mug shaped like a sheep. (Couldn't resist.)
- 13:00 - 14:00: Drive to a little cafe for lunch. Had a sandwich that was just right.
- 14:00 - 16:00: Back to Fern Cottage. Decide to attempt to actually relax. Bathe. Read. Drink tea in silence. It works. For the first time since arriving, I feel like I'm not doing anything. Just being.
- 16:00 - 18:00: A slow walk around the garden. The flowers are stunning. The birds are singing. Found the perfect spot to curl up and read.
- 18:00 - 19:00: Packed up. I leave the cottage cleaner than when I arrived… I even managed to wash the dishes!
- 19:00 - 20:00: A final takeaway, this time from a different place. I deserve it.
- 20:00 - 22:00: Sit on the little porch of the cottage for a while. I'm sad to leave, but glad to go home.
- 22:00: Sleep, hopefully a good one.
Day 4: Departure - The Farewell (and the Longing)
- 08:00: Awake and ready to leave. Breakfast of toast and tea.
- 09:00: Leave Fern Cottage. Saying goodbye to the cottage. It was wonderful. (Even the hedgehog.)
- 09:00 - 12:00: Drive home.
- 12:00: Arrive home and unpack. A wave of sadness washing over me. I just want to rewind time to when I was sitting with a book and a cup of tea, watching the rain fall. Sigh.
Final Thoughts:
Fern Cottage. It was… a journey. It was messy, a little chaotic, and at times, I wanted to scream into a pillow. But it was also beautiful, restorative, and exactly what I needed. Would I go back? Absolutely. Would I pack extra Welsh cakes next time? You betcha. And maybe, just maybe, I'll learn to use the Aga. Or not. Either way, Fern Cottage, you've got a piece of my heart (and a small piece of flour-covered kitchen counter).
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Okay, so *Escape to Bliss*... sounds a bit much, doesn't it? Like, is this place actually *blissful* or is it just a fancy Instagram filter?
What's Fern Cottage *actually* like? Is it like, a castle? A yurt? A… hobbit hole?
Right, the location. Johnston. Tell me everything! Is it remote? Is it near anything?
What's the food situation? Are you cooking, or eating out? Or is there a *secret* magical food fairy? (Please say there's a food fairy…)
The highlight of the trip: The fireplace! Details, please! Tell me it’s as amazing as it sounds.
What about the surrounding area? What do you *do* there? Is it all just staring at ferns?
The downsides! Give it to me straight. What *sucked*? What should I be prepared for?
