After what can only be described as one of the longest weeks of my life, I woke up on Sunday both extremely tired and yet excitedly ready for the day ahead. You see, Leanne and I had previously seen a deal for a 120 min spa treatment, which included a 60 minute Swedish massage, a 30 minute sole survival (a foot ritual soothing away lived, tired feet) and a 30 minute scalp massage. Being two tired, overworked people who like to encourage each other by screaming “treat yo’ self” at one another, we jumped at the opportunity and made a booking for the next available opening they had. Finally, the day was here, and not a moment too soon.
It was a beautiful day as we drove out to Boschendal, where the spa was located. The sky was blue and the air was crisp, and not too cold. Honestly, the drive alone is worth it; the views are stunning as you make your way through the tree lines roads, and past all the other estates in the area (and right past your destination too if, like me, you stupidly rely on Apple Maps).
The spa is located in a cottage on one side of the property, and is utterly charming. After once again getting my reassurance that I was okay with a male masseuse, we were lead in the room to begin. Daniel was brilliant – he managed to sort out my knots and ease out my tension so well that when I left I actually felt slightly concerned because my body felt too relaxed. It had been a rough few weeks for me, after after the entire treatment was over I basically floated out. I’ve had a few massages, but that experience was definitely one of my favourite ones so far.
Too relaxed to do anything other than sit down and eat, we made our way to the main entrance of Boschendal in search of some lunch. As The Farmshop & Deli looked full, we made our way over to The Werf instead – and I’m glad we did. The restaurant is gorgeous – both the interior and view overlooking the farm, which is apt as the restaurant boasts farm to table dining, using the finest local, seasonal and ethically-sourced ingredients. We sat down near the fireplace and were waited on instantly (seriously, we barely waited for any of our food, and it was only at the end of our meal that the service faltered, and we had to try and track down someone to bring us the bill and allow us to pay), and ordered a glass of one of the estate’s deliciously easy drinking wines.
The food itself was sublime. While we nibbled on freshly baked bread, the chef sent out a complimentary tasting of trout in burnt butter. For mains, we enjoyed the slow cooked lamb shoulder with broccoli risotto and goats cheese, which was so divine I had to stop every so often because I was close to inhaling it all at once, without properly savouring it (I may also be slightly biased towards this dish as it contains my three favorite things: meat, cheese and broccoli). For dessert, we shared the chocolate air with carob ice-cream, marshmallow and pears, which was an interesting and tasty combination of flavours.
Completely stuffed and satisfied with the day, we took a stroll through the food garden to look at where our food had come from, and also to work it off. As we lazily made our way across the beautiful property I was already planning my next trip out there. It was a wonderful experience and I will definitely be back. Soon.
Got a spa recommendation for me? Let me know in the comments!