The George at Stamford

This is a bit of a throwback - to put it mildly - as this visit was in March 2015. Any long time followers will know that was a week or two before I lost my dream job... hence I didn't post it at all. That was such a bloody awful time I kinda forgot the good stuff I got up to when I temporarily moved back home; I treated my Mum to a weekend at The George at Stamford for Mother's Day.

Stamford is a special place for us. My Mum and I have wandered around the Christmas markets a few times and we've gone as a family for the day too (the farmer's market is particularly good). The George is a local institution with a rich history and quintessentially British atmosphere. It's the best place to go for a special meal, watch a rugby game and - if you're splashing out a little - take someone special for a weekend.

If I could sum up The George in one word, it'd be quirky. The bathroom has a giant mural, the floors are uneven and creaky, the decor is dark wood and there are wonderful nooks and whimsies everywhere you turn. We took a walk around the gardens, with a plentiful potager full of herbs right outside the kitchen. The newest buds and leaves of Spring were just about blossoming into view...

We went for a twin room which had a lovely view of the courtyard and had a peaceful night's sleep (after a good few cocktails) and woke up to a bountiful breakfast of croissants, fresh fruit and poached eggs and bacon on toast, which was delicious.

I'm sorry this post was just a long time coming! If you're off to that part of the world, I really truly would recommend The George for a stay - there's nowhere quite like it.

Felicity