by Emma James
After two days of seminars and socialising, I was looking forward to the prospect of some rejuvenating time at Clover Spa, having heard so much about it from friends and various articles.
I knew Clover Spa was sited in a residential house, but I hadn’t appreciated quite how big the house was, neither was I aware quite how luxurious it was going to be. Parking my battered, trusty old motor on the main road, I ventured towards the hotel, taking note of the smart cars and new number plates in the driveway. I might have to behave… After checking in at Reception, I was shown around the spa and then to my room. It was a nice single overlooking the expansive garden, fitted out with a desk, tea and coffee-making facilities, biscuits, bathroom en suite, mirror (very useful for the traditional nude selfie) hangers, towels and dressing-gowns. It was very high-spec with a cosy colour scheme and, once I’d strewn my belongings everywhere, I felt at home.
Grabbing my trusty flashing lightsaber, it was time to go on a hunt for owner Tim Higgs. I set forth with my saber aloft, down the stairs and into the dining area/lounge. There were plenty of naturists there, but Tim was offsite so, aside from startling a few naturists, the mission was ill-fated. I returned the lightsaber to my room and went back downstairs to relax before turning in.
Both evenings I was there, I met friendly people who were happy to chat and chew the cud about naturism and life in general. As you’d expect with any hotel, there were single people and couples staying and during the day, regulars and occasional visitors to the spa. Since it was October, there wasn’t much sunbathing taking place, but the hot tub or The Beast, as I termed it, was belching away, exuding inviting hot torrents of steam.
On the Monday, after I’d had a languorous start, reading, relaxing and enjoying a nice hot power-shower (full marks for the bathroom too), I had a hearty fry-up and decided to tackle the serious business of relaxing. Since I love being outdoors, first on the list was exploring the garden, which was much larger than I’d anticipated, judging from the view from my bedroom. Wandering around, delighting in the sensation of being naked and barefoot, beyond the summerhouse was another beautifully landscaped garden with an area for chess and croquet and a small firepit. I could imagine in the height of the summer making myself at home with a book on the lower grounds. The main lawn was a real sun trap. Although it was October, I was able to avail myself of one of the sturdy sunbeds and read for a while until I had to admit defeat as the temperature dropped and trail inside.
I’d booked a massage in the afternoon. For once my diary wasn’t wildly overscheduled and the practitioner was superb. I opted to have a one hour deep-tissue massage, ideal to work away any residual tension. I’d certainly recommend that, like me, you take advantage of booking a treatment while you’re at Clover Spa. I spent the rest of the day in blissful reverie, alternating between the sauna, steam room, lying on the heated tile chairs and reluctantly descending into the plunge pool to cool off on occasions.
To my great delight, Tim appeared and once he had put the finishing touches to a casserole for dinner, I ambushed him in The Beast. I’d not seen Tim since the British Naturism National Convention two years earlier but in the end I decided to spare him from my lightsaber because I wanted to hear his news… My stay was sadly drawing to a close. It proved a perfect retreat at a particularly difficult time due to health problems in my family, and gave me the space to escape from the usual frenetic pace of life and either socialise or be alone with my thoughts. I can certainly recommend the hotel and I know they do some great promotions, so it’s worth watching their website, www.cloverspa.co.uk, or following them on Twitter @Cloverspa. Tuesday morning arrived and after yet another fantastic fry-up and the obligatory nude hotel selfie, I had to wrestle with the dubious delights of the M25 again and return to work, but I took away a bit of peace and tranquillity from my delightful stay at Clover Spa.
Thanks to Tim and all the staff and guests who made me so welcome. Until next time!
This article first appeared in the January 2017 issue of H&E – on sale HERE.