Bobby is just back from a romantic weekend at The Fellin Fach Griffin, just a few miles north of Brecon. Here’s what she had to say…
When lover boy proposed that we trek out to mid-Wales for a couple of nights I wasn’t best impressed. Having had too many family holidays in North Wales I feel scarred by the experience of too many grumpy pubs, bad food and of course the rain. But not being one to look a gift horse..
We went on Sunday morning, nipping down the motorway with the car beeping its warnings of an unholy temperature outside, but happily getting there within 3 hours and not being distracted by any nice scenery as it was a foul freezing foggy day. My mood was low.
But change was in store; as we pulled in to the drive of this charming (yes, this gets our charm vote) my mood began to lift, and pretty much stayed high for the next two and a half days. Were it not for the very Welsh weather you could have been in France.
Our room had just been painted and could have done with a few days of open windows, but the smell wasn’t too obtrusive. We had a commode! But not for use other than as a chair, and a lovely headboard arrangement with book shelf and room for a bottle or two.
The bed was ginormourous! And perfect with a great quilt and soft sheets. Great big fluffy towels too.
The high point was the food though. Lunch, dinner x two, breakfast x two. All fab (if a tad salty). I could have stayed a week just to have everything on the menu, we all had food envy in the dining room every night. Quantities were just right too, I can be put off by too much food on my plate.
No wonder it has plaudits as regarded as the difficult Jay Rayner. Try it, for lunch, but ideally dinner and a good night’s sleep.
The slight low was the lack of hot water, but even though it was freezing weather this was a minor set back in the joy of the whole relaxed and beautiful place.
To cal it shabby chic would imply it’s a bit scruffy, it’s not, it’s just very comfortable. We don’t tend to go back anywhere, but I want to do this again.
BB.