Our stay at the Belsfield didnt start well. The promised taxi didnt collect us from the station. The delay made us too late for dinner (it was all of 9pm). That made us panic-order room service, and by the time we got to our room, we were stressed.
But what a room! It was like stepping into a painting: an enormous picture window framed Belle Isle and the eastern shore of Windermere. The bed, a sleek four-poster, proved the most comfortable I have ever slept in. The bath was a roll-topped, claw-footed beast; the walk-in shower as big as my bathroom at home (though it did make an annoying high-pitched whine). Id feared chintz the Belsfield was recently rebranded as the UKs second Laura Ashley hotel but all was tasteful: dark wood, muted wallpaper, lamps and mirrors, and no florals.
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