After long flights from Asia Pacific, the ideal recovery in rural England is to be had at Fairmont Windsor Park, 20 minutes west of London Heathrow. It only opened officially 1st January 2022. It justifiably already has a serious following.
Look at the evidence: two floors hold 2,500 sqm of wellness. Bodyscan Analytics’ 4D body scanner shows you who you really are, in minutes. Spend under five minutes total in the two adjacent Cryotherapy Chambers (one -60° and then go for the -110°, sic) and you are already feeling tons better than you were.
Consider a La Sultane de Saba hammam and an Ashiyu footbath, do laps in the 20-metre indoor pool (or swim outside). Work out, 24/7, with the latest Technogym bits and pieces, or take some of the 70-a-week daytime classes encompassing boxing, pilates, spinning and yogas.
Have a Truefitt & Hill shave, in a panelled salon where antique clock and framed photos of the eternally energetic Queen and other eminent persons look down at the four black-leather barber’s chairs. Girls, go as I did for a Comfort Zone therapeutic facial, or perhaps some Face Bible medical-aesthetic attention. Think about a Mauli body massage and EVO or Nailberry nail updates. Head outside for real cycling, or tennis, or hiking or golf. Try customised smoothies and vegan fare in Greens Freshly Made Wellness. And if you still need them after all, Wellness Director Carlos Urrutigoity has mind therapists at the ready.
There’s growing demand for the Membership club but you have access, with a genuine welcome, when staying here. The four-floor, 210-room hotel has been freshly built on 40 hectares of what was once the lush tree-filled estate of the banking Schroder dynasty. Today’s owner Surinder Arora has similarly invested in the best. As just one of many examples, one of the 15 mammoth events spaces, all of which open to dedicated outdoor-lawn overflows, is set up for live white horses, for significant weddings, or for ceiling-hung cars, for product launches.
When I arrived last week I was ferried all of 200 metres from the car park in a golf buggy with a Rolls-Royce nose. I was in suite 2094, up 47 stairs from ground level. I looked down over my balcony at what has been achieved, the estate, its lake with a jet d’eau to rival Geneva’s, and a Schroder double avenue of lime. The mind cleared, subsequently helped by hot waters of the egg-shaped tub, lavishly filled with Le Labo salts. Time to ponder which wellness to do, in what order…