The Mail on Sunday ran a story about us today. The Spies took some time off from their usual drudgery of having massages and getting their toenails painted and high-tailed it along the coast for the photoshoot. This was in one of our favourite (and local) spas, Bailiffscourt (to whom many thanks, as we made a nuisance of ourselves round the outdoor pool for a whole afternoon).
We look a little scary standing by the pool (great photograph!) but the pic of us in a hot tub doesn't give any indication of how awkward that pic was to shoot. The hot tub was, well, hot. And it's chlorinated. And very bubbly. Every time we all four managed to smile at the same time, an enormous spray of water would hit one of us in the eye. And having your eyeballs bathed in hot chlorine is one of the least pleasant ways to spend an afternoon. Hence my resemblance to a lobster.
However, the worst thing was, we'd been in there so long that by the time we got out, the champagne was also hot and completely undrinkable. We never had even a mouthful.
Still, Sybaritic Spy, Salubrious Spy, Swedish Spy and I had a very entertaining experience. And as for myself, being declared officially "radiant" by a Sunday newspaper isn't something that happens every day. I am making the most of it while it lasts!
28th February 2014
Warm floors when you put your bare feet upon them; heated treatment beds; soft towels; attention to detail, so that your treatment room looks and smells beautiful when you arrive in it.
Cold floors when you put your bare feet upon them; therapists who use your treatment time to write up a list of product "recommendations" that they hope you will purchase.
Behind the scenes