Escape to Paradise: Your Dreamy East Wittering Balcony Awaits!
Okay, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving HEADFIRST into Escape to Paradise: Your Dreamy East Wittering Balcony Awaits! This isn't your sterile, brochure-perfect hotel review. This is the REAL DEAL. I'm going to blurt my truth, the good, the maybe not so good (shhh…let's keep it between us), and give you (yes, YOU!) the inside scoop. Prepare for the honesty… and maybe a little stream-of-consciousness rambling. But hey, that's life, right?
First Impressions (and the Little Things that Matter!)
Right, "Escape to Paradise." Ambitious, much? Well, the balcony did promise something dreamy. And honestly? It delivered. That salty air… the sound of the waves… pure bliss. Especially after the drive! (Traffic. ALWAYS traffic, am I right?)
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Accessibility: Okay, let's get the practical stuff out of the way first. Does it pass the accessibility test? Honestly, I'm not disabled, so I can't give you a definitive check-off. BUT, important things! There’s an elevator (hallelujah!), and there are facilities for disabled guests listed. However, I didn't see dedicated accessible rooms or anything. Call ahead and ask the nitty-gritty questions if this is a deal-breaker. Really, really important.
Internet: Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Woohoo! And it actually WORKED. (I mean, come on, that’s a win in my book.) They also have Internet access – LAN. Fine. You can connect with a cable if you're that way inclined.
Cleanliness and Safety: This is where things really got my attention. Post-pandemic, safety is HUGE. They’re seriously on it: anti-viral cleaning products, daily disinfection in common areas, hand sanitizer everywhere. Room sanitization opt-out available? That's pretty cool. Plus, staff in safety protocol uniforms. Now, I didn't go measuring the 1-meter distancing, but they tried. And that effort? I appreciated.
Dining, Drinking & Snacking: (Oh. My. Goodness.)
- The Buffet (Breakfast): Okay, it's Breakfast. But. it’s an Asian buffet. Let me paint your picture: The usual suspects (bacon, eggs, a slightly dry croissant) but the rest? Heaven. They had congee! And dim sum! And…and…I’m drooling again. It was SO GOOD. I may - may - have gone back for thirds. Don't judge. Then, the buffet's a buffet. I mean, you can’t expect everything to be Michelin Star. But the good part? The sheer VARIETY. Plus, the coffee was decent.
- Restaurants, Room Service: Didn't try it. Just read, there is a cafe, which is cool!
- Poolside bar: Nope. There is no poolside bar.
Things to Do/Relax (Let's Talk About the Good Stuff!)
- The Pool with a View: Fantastic. Outdoor pool, overlooking? You had me at "pool." It wasn't HUGE, but it was lovely. And the view! (I might have spent a lot of time there).
- Spa/Sauna/Steamroom: Yes, yes, and yes! Oh, and there is a gym/fitness. The spa's a real treat. The sauna was hot in the right way, and the steamroom was like a hug. My pores sang for joy. I didn't get a body scrub or wrap. My bank account and I have a very close relationship.
- Things to Do Nearby: Well, there's the beach. That's a big one. But I'd recommend staying put and enjoying the hotel as much as possible. Unless, of course, you're into water sports or something.
The Room (My Dreamy Balcony Moment)
Okay, the room. It wasn’t huge, but it was well laid out. And the balcony… Sigh. That fresh air! The sea breeze! I could have stayed out there forever. The bed was super comfy, and the blackout curtains were a godsend. I slept like a log every night. The bathroom was clean and the toiletries were good quality.
The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly (but Mostly Good!)
The Good: THE VIEW, the breakfast buffet, the spa, the cleanliness, and the overall relaxed vibe. The view. Seriously.
The "Meh": Okay, maybe the gym could be bigger. And the coffee shop was a bit…meh. But hey, I'm nitpicking.
The Verdict: (Would I Go Back?)
Absolutely. 100%. I'm already planning my return trip. It's the perfect escape.
Now, Let's Talk About Booking! (And Why YOU Should!)
Here's the deal: Escape to Paradise offers a genuinely relaxing experience. They're clearly working hard to keep things safe, and the location is amazing. If you’re looking for a getaway, a place to unwind, and a bit of self-care, this is it.
The Pitch! The Deal! The Get Booked Now Bit!
Stop scrolling! Seriously! You've read my honest, messy, possibly slightly over-enthusiastic review. You know you want the beach, the balcony, the breakfast buffet, and the spa time.
Here's the deal:
- Book NOW and get a discount on spa treatments during your stay! (Or, at least, ask if they have a deal. I might have convinced them to offer one 😉)
- Enjoy a complimentary bottle of bubbly on arrival! Because, let's be honest, you deserve it.
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(Okay, I might be slightly biased, but…go book it!)
Escape to Paradise: Your Dreamy Lathum Lake Holiday Home Awaits!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because we're about to embark on a messy and gloriously imperfect journey to East Wittering. Forget the pristine travel pamphlets. This is real life, folks. This is me:
Operation: Bright Dreamy Beach Bliss (Maybe) - East Wittering, UK
Day 1: The Hopeful Arrival & Sand-Induced Panic
- Morning (or, let's be honest, Late Morning because I'm not a morning person): Finally, finally, the train! Honestly, getting out of London feels like escaping a particularly grumpy badger in a crowded tube carriage. The anticipation is KILLING me. I've packed approximately 80% impractical dresses and 20% actual practical beach things. Priorities, people. Priorities.
- Arrival at East Wittering Station: Oh, the fresh air! I think I actually inhaled a good cloud of the sea breeze. The B&B…well, let's just say the description online was generous. It's cute though, very…rustic. The owner, Brenda, is a whirlwind of floral shirts and cheerful pronouncements of "Welcome, darling!" which is both endearing and slightly terrifying.
- Afternoon: The Beach!!! (And Almost Immediate Misery): Okay, the beach. This is what I've been waiting for. Sand between my toes, the sound of the waves, the glorious sunshine… except, wait. Where's the glorious sunshine? Oh. Right. Weather. Welcome to England.
- Reality Check #1: Sand in EVERYTHING. I mean, everything. My hair, my swimsuit, my sandwich. It's like being slowly and inexorably coated in a fine, gritty layer of… everything. I managed to lose my favourite sunglasses about 3 minutes after arriving. (Sobbing emoji)
- Evening: Back at the B&B, trying to rinse the sand out of my hair in the, shall we say, intimate shower. Brenda's making a "hearty casserole" for supper. I'm cautiously optimistic. Also, I swear I just saw a seagull eyeing my balcony. Don't. Even. THINK about it.
Day 2: Garden Balcony Musings and Unexpected Adventures (and a Near Disaster)
- Morning: I'm sitting on the balcony, sipping lukewarm tea (the kettle's seen better days, but who's judging?) and contemplating life, the universe, and why I didn't pack more sunscreen. The garden is actually quite lovely, despite the slight air of neglect. Roses, slightly wonky bird bath, and what appears to be a gnome army. I love it already.
- The Great Seaside Stroll (and the Near-Drowning Experience, Just Kidding): I decided to be adventurous, a proper seaside walk. The wind was whipping around, the waves were crashing dramatically, and I'd decided to admire the scenery.
- An Unexpected Encounter: I ended up befriending a very old border collie named "Captain". His owner, a weathered sailor named Arthur, told me tales of the sea as we walked, and the wind began a wild dance, the sea grew wilder, and I had that special feeling you only get when the world feels perfect.
- The Dinner of the day Back at the B&B, Brenda put the same "hearty casserole" on.
- Night: I did a whole lot of nothing in the moonlight.
Day 3: The Double-Down - Beach Day 2, or, the Day I (Mostly) Embraced the Chaos
- Morning: I'm not going to lie, I almost chickened out. The memory of Day 1's sand-induced existential crisis still haunts me. But the promise of the beach called. I armed myself with a beach umbrella, a ludicrously large towel, and a renewed sense of… defiance?
- Double-Down on Beach Day: I was wrong. Beautiful, the sun was finally doing what it was supposed to do. The sea was a perfect crystal clear, full of life, the sand wasn't so bad. I am totally going to remember this moment.
- An Observation Today I found a cool-looking shell. I'm going to keep it to remember this day.
- Evening: A quiet night. I'm going to get some sleep, I think I have earned it.
Day 4: The Art of Imperfection & Departure
- Morning: Final breakfast with Brenda (the casserole, surprisingly, is growing on me). We chat, she tells me about her life here, and I feel a warmth that goes a little bit beyond just the cooking.
- Final Stroll (and Goodbye Seagulls!): One last walk along the beach, sun on my face, sand crunching under my feet. The seagulls are still the same, still hungry, still plotting. I feel something I can't quite describe. A pang of sadness, a hint of contentment, and a whole lot of sand in my shoes.
- Departure: Back on the train, heading back to the (slightly less) chaotic city. I'm exhausted, sun-kissed, sandy, and utterly, wonderfully… happy. This wasn't the pristine beach holiday I'd envisioned. It was messy, imperfect, and full of unexpected moments, and it was absolutely perfect. And you know what? I’m already planning my return. (But I'm definitely buying better sunglasses.)
Escape to Paradise: Your Dreamy East Wittering Balcony Awaits! - FAQs (and my rambling thoughts)
Okay, seriously, East Wittering... is it *actually* paradise? Because I've seen some questionable pebbles on the beach...
Alright, let's be real. Paradise is a *strong* word. And you're right, the pebbles. Some of them look like they've seen better millennia. But hear me out. East Wittering? It's got a certain *charm*. It's not the screaming, 'look at my perfect white sand' kind of beach. It's the 'windswept hair and slightly damp seagull poo on your shoes' kind of beach. And that, my friends, is sometimes exactly what you *need*.
I remember the first time I went, I was expecting pristine, postcard-perfect. I pulled up, squinted at the car park full of rusty Volvos (seriously, what is it with the Volvos?!), and thought, 'Uh... this isn't quite the Maldives.' But then... *then* I felt the sea breeze. And the smell. That salty, slightly fishy, utterly freeing smell. And damn it, I was hooked. So, no, not *perfect* paradise. But a very, very good escape. And the balcony? Oh, the balcony..."
That balcony... what *is* it actually like? Is it big enough for a sun lounger AND a decent-sized gin and tonic? Crucial information here.
Gin and tonic size is *essential* information. Okay, so the balcony... YES. YES, it is. (Phew.) I paced it out. Sun lounger? Check! (Although, finding a sun lounger that *actually* fits on a balcony is a quest worthy of Indiana Jones, trust me.) And, yes, the gin and tonic… you’ve got room. And not just any gin and tonic. This is where you can *truly* unwind. I remember once… (this is slightly embarrassing, but I'm being honest here)... I spent a whole afternoon, just me, the balcony, a ridiculously oversized G&T, and a tattered copy of a terrible romance novel. Utter bliss. The seagulls, though? They're judging. Always judging. But hey, that's part of the charm, right?
Walk me through the accommodation. I'm picturing grotty student digs but with a sea view. Am I close? (Don't say I'm wrong!).
Okay, let's get this straight. NO. Not grotty student digs. (Unless you *want* that aesthetic, in which case... well, it's not that.) Think...clean, comfortable, modern, with that all-important *sea view*. Actually, thinking about it, I remember the last time I stayed there, the interior décor was a bit… beige. And a bit… *beige*. Like, walls, cushions, the curtains… beige. I nearly choked on my morning coffee because I thought I was going to go into a sensory overload of *beige*. I think that’s been sorted now though. I hope so. I saw pictures the other day and it didn't look TOO bad. Anyway, the point is it's not falling apart, it's functional, it's clean. You definitely won't be fighting off any rogue pizza slices from the previous tenants. (Been there, done that, in *actual* student digs. The trauma still lingers.)
And the best part? The *sound* of the sea. You can almost hear it whispering sweet nothings to your weary soul. (Or maybe that was just the wind. It's hard to tell after a couple of those G&Ts…)
What if I'm allergic to seagulls? (Or, like, slightly terrified of them?)
Okay, so the seagulls. They are… prevalent. Let's just say they have *opinions* about your picnic. And your chips. And pretty much anything vaguely edible you might be holding. Look, I *get* it. They're loud, they're opportunistic, and they steal your ice cream faster than you can say "Mine!"
If you are allergic, you're going to need a game plan. Pack a powerful antihistamine and a healthy dose of defiance. Avoid eating anything outdoors *unless* you've got a fully enclosed gazebo, which, let's face it, is a bit extra for a weekend getaway. If you're just a *little* scared, try this: Look up, make eye contact, and shout "Shoo!" with as much authority as you can muster. It sometimes works. Sometimes. Mostly they just stare at you, judgingly. But hey, at least you tried. Also, invest in a decent pair of sunglasses. It helps hide the fear. Trust me on this one.
What sort of stuff is there to *do* in East Wittering? Beyond staring at the sea (although I do that a lot).
Right, yes, activities. Staring at the sea is a *perfectly valid* activity, by the way. But if you want… more… there are options. Surfing, if you're brave (or foolish) enough to face the chilly waters. Windsurfing, if you’re looking to fall over a lot. Walking the beach (always a good option). Exploring the local shops, which are, admittedly, a bit hit-and-miss. (I once bought a truly bizarre ceramic gnome that now haunts my mantelpiece. Proceed with caution). And then, of course, there's… the pubs. Ah, the pubs. They are glorious. Cosy fires, good beer, and the undeniable aroma of salt, sea, and slightly soggy dogs. (And they're definitely the perfect remedy for those… *beige* moments I told you about.) And maybe, just maybe, you can even catch a glimpse of the sunset. It's spectacular, when it actually appears. Sometimes, it's just grey. But even the grey, my friend, is part of the charm.
Are there shops nearby to buy essentials? Because I'm *terrible* at remembering things. Like, seriously.
Good question. The answer is a tentative "yes." There are some essential shops to survive on, but let me warn you. Don’t expect a massive Tesco Superstore. You'll have the basics. Milk, bread, a slightly overpriced bottle of wine (hey, it's a holiday!) and probably a limited selection of biscuits. That’s where the charm starts to fade, a little bit. But, hey, it forces you to embrace the simpler things in life. Like rationing your coffee. Speaking of which, *always* bring your own coffee. Unless you want to be driving miles to a Starbucks… You'll find a few small convenience stores. Just make sure you don't leave buying essentials to the last minute and end up like me, buying lukewarm, overpriced ice cream at 9 pm because I forgot to bring *anything* edible. (Again with the trauma...)
What's the parking situation like? Because I have a love-hate relationship with my car.
