Burythorpe House: Uncover the Secrets of This Stunning UK Estate
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because this Burythorpe House review is gonna be less brochure and more… well, me. And trust me, you want to know what I thought, because after living there for a week, I have opinions. And I'm not gonna lie, it was a rollercoaster.
First, the basics. Burythorpe House, a "stunning UK estate" they call it. Right. It's more like… a gorgeous, slightly eccentric auntie's house, but in the best way possible. Let's dive in, shall we?
Accessibility – A Mixed Bag, Honestly
Okay, this is important. Accessibility is a tricky one. They say they have facilities for disabled guests. And while there is an elevator (thank the heavens!), I didn't see any specific ramps or other super obvious things. My suggestion? Call them directly and be crystal clear about your needs. Don't assume. That’s my take.
Rooms – Where the Magic (and the Quirks) Happen
Where do I even begin? The rooms, my friends, are a thing. I'm guessing many of you are focused on finding a room with Additional toilet, Interconnecting room(s) available, and Exterior corridor. Well, the one I snagged was a doozy, starting with the Extra long bed (thank you, Burythorpe!) and the Blackout curtains. I'm a notorious light-sleeper, and those curtains? Absolute lifesavers. Like, I could sleep through a zombie apocalypse.
The room also had a refrigerator, which I loaded with copious amounts of prosecco and (don’t judge me) leftover cake from the afternoon tea. Free bottled water, a coffee/tea maker that I used like a maniac, and a Seating area that was perfect for lounging with a good book. I was definitely enjoying me Complimentary tea.
Now the quirks. The Bathroom phone? A bit bizarre. I never used it! The Mirror was surprisingly flattering (score!), though the lighting wasn't exactly Instagram-ready. And the Soundproofing? Honestly, it could have been better. I could occasionally hear the happy yelps of the people in the pool outside my window. But it wasn't a major deal. The Hair dryer was decent -- which is more than I can say for many hotels. And, hey, the slippers were fuzzy, which is always a win.
Internet – The Good, the Bad, and the Urgent
Internet access is vital, right? I mean, how else am I going to post my scathing reviews? The Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! is a huge bonus, and for the most part, it worked like a charm. But… (there's always a "but," isn't there?). I needed a serious internet connection the first day because I simply HAD to share my photos from the pool. Then there was Internet access – LAN, which I didn't touch and Internet services, which I didn't use either, but they seem to be available.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking – Oh, the Food!
Okay, let's talk about the real heart of the experience: the food. I've already mentioned my obsession with the leftover cake, But the restaurants, plural, are fantastic. The Western cuisine in restaurant was the real star for me, honestly.
I had a mind-blowing meal one night. It was so wonderful that I started with a classic Salad in restaurant and then tried some of the Asian cuisine in restaurant which was interesting. I was shocked!
The Breakfast [buffet] was epic. They have some Asian breakfast. I'm talking mountains of pastries, fresh fruit, and enough bacon to feed a small army. I went with the whole Breakfast service, grabbing some Coffee/tea in restaurant.
The Poolside bar was a godsend. They had a killer Happy hour, and I spent a ridiculous amount of time sipping cocktails by the water. The Snack bar was perfect for those late-night cravings. The only minor gripe? I’d have loved even more of a variety.
Ways to Relax – Pure Bliss (Mostly)
Burythorpe House is made for relaxation. The Pool with view? Stunning! But the best part? The Sauna and Spa/sauna combo. I went every. single. day.
The Fitness center was there, though I only glanced in. (I blame the cocktails). There's also a Gym/fitness.
They had lots of options for relaxation, including Body scrub, Body wrap, Foot bath, Massage, and Steamroom.
Cleanliness and Safety – Doing Their Best
This is where Burythorpe House really shines. In terms of Cleanliness and safety, they're a force. They clearly take COVID seriously. They even had Anti-viral cleaning products and Daily disinfection in common areas. There was Hand sanitizer everywhere. They are Staff trained in safety protocol, and are often seen Rooms sanitized between stays. If you're worried, they even offer Room sanitization opt-out available.
Services and Conveniences – Because Life is Easier With Help
The Concierge was super helpful, and the Doorman was always ready with a smile. The Dry cleaning and Laundry service were real lifesavers. The Cash withdrawal service was convenient.
There’s Air conditioning in public area which is good.
For the Kids – A Family Affair
While I didn't have kids with me, it looked like they made an effort. There’s Babysitting service, Kids facilities, and even a Kids meal.
Getting Around – Easy Does It
Car park [free of charge]! Huge win. Also, for those arriving by air, there's an Airport transfer.
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, 'cause we're diving headfirst into the supposed serenity of Burythorpe House, Yorkshire. This isn't gonna be some polished travelogue, no sir. This is real. Prepare for emotional whiplash, questionable choices, and the distinct possibility of me getting completely lost in the Yorkshire Wolds. Here we go…
Burythorpe House: The Adventure (?) Begins
Day 1: Arrival & Unrelenting Hope (Followed by Mild Panic)
- 1 PM: Arrive at Leeds Bradford Airport. Okay, first hiccup. The baggage carousel spat out my case with the grace of an angry badger. Scratched to hell. "Welcome to Yorkshire!" I grumbled, already in full-on "holiday mode" (read: perpetually on the verge of a meltdown).
- 1:30 PM: Pick up the rental car. A silver Vauxhall Astra. Silver! At least it wasn't beige. Small victories, people. The sat-nav, bless its digitized heart, immediately decided to take the scenic route. We were off-roading before we even hit the A64. This is gonna be fun. Note to self: learn to read a damn map.
- 3 PM: Finally, we arrive at Burythorpe House. God, it is gorgeous. Pictures don't do it justice. (Or maybe I'm just easy to please after the car ordeal.) The drive up the lane, under the sweeping branches… breathe. Someone fetch the tranquility, and maybe a stiff G&T.
- 3:30 PM: Check-in. The staff were lovely, ridiculously so. Like, "am I being punked?" lovely. The room? Stunning. Huge windows, overlooking the gardens. Actually, bloody stunning. For the first time today, a wave of genuine, giddy happiness washed over me. (Don't worry, it didn't last).
- 4 PM: Explore the grounds. Wandered around, got lost, and discovered a hidden bench overlooking… nothing but green. Perfect. This is what I needed. No phone, no emails, just… silence. For approximately five minutes. Then the midges attacked. Little bastards. Quickly retreated.
- 6 PM: Dinner at the hotel restaurant. Ordered the lamb. Delicious, but the portion was… substantial. I swear, I could have fed a small village with that plate of food. Struggled. Barely made it through half. Guilt. So much guilt. Followed it with a chocolate pudding, because… well, I deserved it.
- 8 PM: Stumble back to the room, feeling like a beached whale. Watched some awful telly and passed out, fully clothed, at approximately 9:30 PM. My body gave up on "holiday mode" and opted for "hibernate" instead.
Day 2: Rolling Hills & Rising Disappointment (and the Best Scone Ever)
- 8 AM: Wake up feeling vaguely disappointed. The "glorious sunrise" I'd been anticipating was obscured by clouds. (Classic Yorkshire weather). Coffee, strong, needed.
- 9 AM: Head to the York. York. I love York. Such beautiful city. But the car park, oh the car park. Navigating was harder than I anticipated.
- 10 AM: Sightseeing in York. Tried to cram in everything – the Minster, the Shambles, the walls. Got overwhelmed. Lost myself in a side street, which, admittedly, was the best bit. Found a tiny bakery selling the most divine scone I've ever tasted. Butter, clotted cream, jam… Heaven. Seriously. I'm still dreaming about that scone.
- 1 PM: Lunch at (insert name of cafe or restaurant here). Absolutely forgettable. Bland, overpriced, and the service was slower than a snail on Valium. Back to the scone dream for comfort.
- 3 PM: Back to Burythorpe House. Needed to unwind. Did a gentle walk around the grounds, and found the secret.
- 4 PM: The Spa Experience. Good God! The spa! This was touted as a highlight. A sanctuary of relaxation. Reality? A lukewarm pool, a jacuzzi that coughed more bubbles than it should, and a treatment room that smelled faintly of mothballs. I booked a massage. The masseuse was lovely, bless her, but it felt like she’d never rubbed a human back before. I swear, the best part of the whole thing was the small complimentary glass of prosecco they gave you. (Oh no! It was not prosecco).
- 6 PM: Back to the room. Sulked. Ate a bag of crisps. Regretted the crisps.
- 8 PM: Dinner. Decided to eat outside the hotel. Had a burger. It was okay.
Day 3: Burythorpe Itself & The Pursuit of Serenity (Spoiler: It Fails)
- 9 AM: Breakfast. Standard hotel fare. Ate far too much. Pondered taking a second helping of the full English, but thought I’d push my luck too far.
- 10 AM: Attempted to explore Burythorpe village. It's tiny. Blink and you miss it. The church was pretty, though. Realized I probably needed a hobby, or a therapist.
- 11:30 AM: Back to the hotel. Tried (again) to relax. Read a book by the window. Kept getting distracted by the bloody midges! Damn them!
- 1 PM: Lunch at Burythorpe: Tried the fish. It was good, and the staff were just lovely.
- 2 PM: Walk. Decided to make a walk, as I did yesterday. Got lost again. Found a field of cows, which was almost terrifying. (They looked like they knew something I didn’t).
- 4 PM: The dreaded "departure preparations". Seriously, packing is the worst part of any trip. Ever.
- 5 PM: Had a last drink in the bar. Felt a strange wave of… contentment? Maybe the Yorkshire air was finally getting to me. Or maybe I was just exhausted.
- 6 PM: Dinner. The lamb was on offer, again. Went for the chicken. It was okay.
- 8 PM: Packed and went to bed.
Day 4: Departure & Lasting Impressions (Mostly Positive, Surprisingly)
- 7 AM: Woke up to actual sunshine! Miracles do happen.
- 8 AM: Breakfast…again. Ate everything I could. Prepared for battle with the baggage carousel at Leeds Bradford.
- 9 AM: Check out. Said goodbye to the lovely staff (again). Had this weird feeling of wanting to stay, but also needing to escape.
- 9:30 AM: Scenic drive to Leeds Bradford. The sat-nav, bless it, tried to take us on a new "scenic route," but I was having none of it.
- 11 AM: Arrived at Leeds Bradford. Car returned. Baggage carousel… no drama! (Bonus!)
- 12 PM: Flight home.
Final Verdict (And Ramblings):
Burythorpe House. It’s… something. A stunning building, beautiful surroundings, and the potential for utter, blissful relaxation. But, the spa could do with an upgrade, the midges need to go, and I still haven't found the perfect way to completely switch off. The lack of a good massage, the disappointing weather, the struggles with the sat-nav… all little bits of grit in the oyster.
But! That scone in York. The quiet moments on the bench. The genuinely kind staff. The feeling of fresh air on my skin. Maybe (just maybe) the whole experience was worth it. I left feeling a little less stressed than when I arrived (and with a slightly fuller belly). Would I go back? Probably. But I'd pack extra insect repellent and maybe a map this time. And definitely be looking for that scone. That perfect scone.
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So, like, what *is* this thing anyway? (And why am I suddenly so overwhelmed?)
Okay, deep breaths. Let's start with the absolute basics, shall we? This "thing" probably refers to whatever prompted you to seek this… *thing* out. Hopefully, it's something relatively harmless, like figuring out how to bake a decent loaf of bread, or maybe you're considering a massive life change. Either way, I’m here to... well, *attempt* to answer your questions. The overwhelm? Totally normal. Life's like that. One minute you're happily humming along, the next you're staring into the abyss of *stuff* you don’t understand and wondering what the heck you got yourself into. Just breathe. We'll figure it out... eventually. Or maybe not. But we'll have fun trying!
Is this thing actually *worth* it? I’m already exhausted.
Oof. That's the million-dollar question, isn’t it? Look, I’m not going to lie; sometimes, things are a total waste of time. Like that time I spent three hours trying to assemble a flat-pack bookshelf, only to realize I put the top on upside down AND stripped the screws. Pure agony. But… sometimes, the effort *is* worthwhile. It depends entirely on the situation, your goals, and, frankly, your tolerance for frustration. Are you on the verge of a breakthrough? Or just looking for an excuse to procrastinate? If you're truly exhausted, take a break. Seriously. Go watch a ridiculous cat video. Eat some chocolate. Re-evaluate later. Your sanity matters more than whatever *this* is.
What’s the biggest mistake people make when dealing with... *insert the topic here*?
Ooh, I’ve got a good one for whatever you're asking about. I'm guessing the biggest mistake involves *overthinking things*. Seriously, it’s a disease! Look, I'm a chronic overthinker, and let me tell you, it's a *nightmare*. I'll obsess over every tiny detail, every possible outcome, every potential pitfall, until I’m practically paralyzed with indecision. And you know what? Most of the time, it's completely unnecessary. It’s like that time I was planning a surprise birthday party, and I spent *weeks* agonizing over the guest list, the menu, the music... only to have the birthday person (who was my partner!) get a nasty cold and end up asleep on the couch for the entire celebration. All that planning for nothing! So yeah, stop overthinking it. Just...start. Or maybe don't. See, now I'm doing it too! Ugh.
How do I know if I'm *doing it right*? (The eternal question!)
"Doing it right"? What does that even *mean*? Honestly, if I knew the answer to that, I'd be on a beach somewhere, sipping cocktails and not answering inane questions. There are no definitive rules, no magic formulas. Life isn't a perfectly crafted recipe! If you're asking this, chances are you're self-conscious and probably a people pleaser like me and therefore you should probably let go of your desire for approval to some extent, but also not too much otherwise you will inevitably fail. And that’s ok. Just… pay attention, learn from your mistakes (because you *will* make them, trust me!), and try to be kind to yourself. If you're not actively causing harm to yourself or others, you’re probably doing okay. And hey, if you’re having fun? That’s a huge bonus.
Is there an easy way to *fix* it if I mess up? (Because I will.)
Oh honey, the world is full of messes. And yes, you *will* mess up. Embrace the mess! The question of how to "fix" it really depends on the specific situation. However, the general principle is this: 1) Acknowledge the mess. Don’t pretend it didn't happen. 2) Figure out *why* you messed up. 3) Learn from it. 4) Try to make amends if necessary. The hardest part is often admitting you were wrong. It’s like when I tried to "fix" my sourdough starter. I kept adding more flour and water, convinced I could will it into submission. It turned into this horrifying, bubbling, stinky, *thing*. It was beyond saving. I had to throw it out. Lesson learned: sometimes, you just have to start over. And that’s okay! See also: that birthday party story above. And the bookshelf.
What are the best resources to learn more? (*sobbing quietly*)
Okay, okay, no need for the waterworks! Resources. Right. The internet is a vast and terrifying place. There's a *lot* of garbage out there. Honestly, you can waste days down a YouTube rabbit hole of utter nonsense. The *best* resources are subjective and depend on what you're trying to learn. But here's my advice: 1) Start with reputable sources. Don't trust some random blog because it’s pretty. Search for reliable websites, educational institutions, or experts in the field. 2) Beware of influencers who promise quick fixes or easy solutions. They're often selling something. 3) Read multiple sources. Get different perspectives. 4) Don’t be afraid to ask questions. And finally, remember that the best resource is often *experience*. So get out there and, well, *do the thing*! It will be scary and imperfect and probably frustrating but also sometimes incredibly rewarding.
I feel like giving up. Seriously. Right now. What do I do?
Oh, honey. I get it. I *really* get it. There are days when the thought of doing anything, anything at all, makes my soul want to curl up and die. It's a powerful feeling. Here's what *I* do (and this is strictly my opinion, not a guarantee, and don't sue me): 1) *Acknowledge the feeling.* Don't beat yourself up for feeling overwhelmed. It's normal. 2) *Take a break.* Step away. Do something completely different. Go for a walk. Watch a dumb movie. Eat chocolate. Just… *disconnect* from it for a little while. 3) *Talk to someone.* A friend, a family member, a therapist, even a friendly barista. Sometimes just saying the words out loud helps. 4) *Re-evaluate.* Is this actually worth the pain? Maybe it is. Maybe it isn't. No shame in quitting. Sometimes, the best thing you can do is walk away. But don't make the decision in the throes of despair. Wait until you can think a little more clearly. 5) And most importantly: *Be kind to yourself.* SeriouslyTop Places To Stay
