Escape to Reading: Your Dream 2-Bed Heritage Place Awaits!
Escape to Reading: Your Dream 2-Bed Heritage Place Awaits! - A Review That Blew My Hair Back (and Might Blow Yours Too!)
Alright, listen up, fellow explorers, because I just got back from a sojourn at Escape to Reading: Your Dream 2-Bed Heritage Place Awaits! and, well, let's just say my expectations were… escaped. This ain't your sterile, cookie-cutter hotel experience, folks. This place has character, history, and, let's be honest, a few quirks that make it all the more endearing. Buckle up, buttercups, because this review is going to be as real, unpolished, and slightly chaotic as my actual vacation.
Accessibility & Navigating the Maze:
First things first: Accessibility. Now, I'm not a person who needs specific accessibility features, but I always look into it because it matters. The elevator is a godsend, especially with the heritage aspect -- you know some of these grand old buildings aren't exactly built for quick vertical transport. Facilities for disabled guests are definitely present, and that's a huge plus. I can't vouch for specifics (because, as I said, not my personal experience), but the fact that they mention and offer it is a good sign. The exterior corridor adds a nice touch, too, making things feel a little less confined than a super-modern hotel. And of course, CCTV in common areas & outside property lets you sleep with a little more peace of mind.
Internet – The Lifeline (and the Occasional Glitch):
Let’s be honest, in the modern world, Internet access is as essential as oxygen. And Escape to Reading generally delivers. Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! – a huge win. Seriously, I could upload my Instagram stories without a hitch (priority one, obviously). And hey, they even have Internet [LAN] which is great for the tech-savvy folks. They also offer Wi-Fi in public areas, which is handy for when your phone’s battery is on its last legs. I did have a minor blip or two with the connection – probably a few hiccups, but nothing that ruined a good Netflix binge.
Cleanliness & Safety – More Than Just a Checklist:
Okay, listen, traveling during a pandemic can be stressful. But Escape to Reading really goes the extra mile. Anti-viral cleaning products, daily disinfection in common areas, and room sanitization between stays made me feel a lot more comfortable. They take hygiene certification seriously, which is always a good sign. They also had hand sanitizer readily available everywhere. The fact that rooms are offered with the room sanitization opt-out available is a nice touch, respecting the guests' preferences. Safe dining setup is something to be valued. And the presence of sterilizing equipment, staff trained in safety protocol, and physical distancing of at least 1 meter made me feel like I wasn't constantly dodging a biohazard. Plus, they have a doctor/nurse on call and a first aid kit which is comforting to know.
The Room – My Personal Sanctuary (with a Few Hiccups):
We had the 2-Bed Heritage Place, which was, in all honesty, stunning (in the traditional sense of the word, you know, not like "OMG, influencer-level stunning"). The air conditioning was a lifesaver because it was scorching outside! And the extra long bed was perfect for stretching out. The room was well-equipped: Air conditioning, alarm clock, bathrobes, coffee/tea maker, desk, free bottled water, a hair dryer, In-room safe box, internet access – wireless (and the internet access – LAN back-up), ironing facilities, laptop workspace, linens, mini bar, mirror, non-smoking, private bathroom, refrigerator, satellite/cable channels, seating area, separate shower/bathtub, shower, slippers, smoke detector, socket near the bed, sofa, soundproofing, telephone, toiletries, towels, umbrella, wake-up service, Wi-Fi [free]. It was a comfortable and convenient spot.
But hey, it wasn't perfect. The window that opens was a little stiff (old building, remember?). The blackout curtains could have been a bit blacker (sunlight, you relentless jerk). And that carpet… well, let's just say it had seen things. But those are minor quibbles! And the additional toilet? Priceless, especially when traveling with a friend with a penchant for lengthy bathroom rituals.
Dining, Drinking & Snacking – Where the Fun Begins (and My Waistline Expands):
Okay, this is where Escape to Reading really nailed it. Forget sterile hotel buffets; this place is a foodie's paradise. Let's start with the basics: Breakfast [buffet] and Breakfast service. The buffet itself was extensive, with everything from Asian breakfast options to Western breakfast favorites. They had coffee/tea in restaurant, and a coffee shop for that caffeine fix. I loved the little details, like complimentary tea in the room. They also offer breakfast takeaway service which is very thoughtful.
Then there are the restaurants. The Asian cuisine in restaurant was fantastic – the noodles were to die for! And the international cuisine in restaurant – well, let's just say I tried everything. There was a bar too, perfect for pre-dinner cocktails (or, you know, a whole afternoon). I even splashed out one day on room service [24-hour]. The poolside bar added a cool atmosphere.
And, as a bonus, the desserts in restaurant were spectacular. Seriously. Chocolate cake, my friends. Glorious, decadent chocolate cake.
I was particularly thrilled with the Happy hour!! I'm not sure if I went to my room that night, or if I was just stuck with all the lovely company there! And the bottle of water each day.
I will say I did see signs to Vegetarian restaurant, which is great for non-meat eaters.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax – Spa Day, Anyone? (Maybe not Every Day):
Okay, time for the pampering. Escape to Reading knows how to help you unwind. The swimming pool [outdoor] was beautiful – perfect for a refreshing dip. And they've got a spa, a spa/sauna, a sauna, and a steamroom. I indulged in a massage (heaven!) and the body scrub and body wrap were blissful.
I also checked out the fitness center which was well-equipped.
If you're feeling whimsical, the Pool with view is breathtaking!
The Hidden Gems:
This is where Escape to Reading truly shines. I could have sworn I heard a story about the history of the hotel, but my memory is pretty bad.
For the Kids:
They offer some Kids facilities and a Babysitting service, alongside family friendly spaces.
Services and Conveniences – Above and Beyond:
From here's where everything gets interesting: Concierge? Check. Daily housekeeping? Absolutely. Laundry service and dry cleaning? You betcha. They even have a gift/souvenir shop, which I raided for postcards (because, let's be honest, that's how you really prove you've been somewhere). Honestly, they've thought of everything.
My favorite was the currency exchange – saved me a ton of hassle!
Getting Around – Easy Peasy:
They offer taxi service, and airport transfer options for easy travel. They also have bicycle parking, car park [free of charge], car park [on-site], and valet parking, offering whatever needs met.
The Only Negatives (and They're Minor):
Okay, here's where I get brutally honest. The water pressure in the shower could have been better. And the pillows… well, let's just say they weren't the fluffiest. But these are tiny things.
The Verdict – Book It! (Seriously, Do It!)
Escape to Reading: Your Dream 2-Bed Heritage Place Awaits! is not just a hotel; it's an experience. It's a place where you can feel pampered, relaxed, and maybe even a little bit adventurous. It's a hotel that understands that travel should be about more than just ticking boxes. It's about creating memories.
Here's My Persuasive Offer:
Stop dreaming and start escaping! Book your 2-Bed Heritage Place at Escape to Reading TODAY!
- Early Bird Bonus: Book within the next 24 hours and receive a complimentary bottle of champagne upon arrival! (Because, why not?)
- Guaranteed Relaxation Package: Includes free access to the sauna, steam room, and a 30-minute massage for each guest.
- **Unforgettable
Okay, buckle up, buttercup, because this isn't your average itinerary. This is… well, this is trying to wrangle reality into something resembling a plan for a week in Heritage Place by Select SA, 2 Bedroom Reading, United Kingdom. Pray for me. And pray for the sanity of anyone who tries to follow this.
The Reading Romp: A Week of Chaos, Charm, and Questionable Choices
Day 1: Arrival & Anxiety (aka, "Where's the Bloody Key?")
- Morning: Travel Day! Ugh. The flight was delayed, of course. Sat next to a guy who thought it was appropriate to clip his nails. In. Public. I nearly lost it. Arriving at Heathrow, bleary-eyed and already smelling faintly of airplane pretzels. The train to Reading – hope I've got the right one…
- Afternoon: Found the apartment! (Praise be). Heritage Place… looks… nice enough. I’m instantly questioning my booking. This is where the photos are always lying. Ah, the key! Wait…where is the bloody key?! Spent 20 minutes frantically texting the host, rummaging through my bag (which, by this point, resembled a small landfill), and generally circling the building like a panicked hawk. Finally found it hidden under a… flowerpot. Brilliant.
- Evening: Unpacked (mostly). Showered off the travel grime, and finally decided to try and locate the nearest supermarket. It's a Tesco Express, a good twenty-minute walk. Walking… is… HARD. And I'm already regretting not bringing snacks. Bought some basic supplies and a frankly unnecessary family-sized bag of crisps. Feeling a potent mix of elation at finally arriving and dread about what the next six days will bring. Ordered takeaway. Curry. Because comfort.
- Rambling Thought: Is it just me, or is the UK obsessed with curry? Not that I'm complaining. My god, the curry.
Day 2: Oxford or Bust (and My God, the Traffic)
Morning: Woke up feeling… okay. Not rested, but okay. Coffee. Needed. Realized I'd forgotten to buy milk, so had to make do with powdered stuff. Horrendous. Today's the day I attempt to conquer Oxford! It's a relatively easy train ride and I am prepared for it. I think. Pack a bag, grab the travel pass, and head to Reading Station.
Afternoon: Oxford. It's… Oxford. More stunning than I'd imagined, frankly. The colleges are breathtaking, and the sheer history is enough to make you feel dizzy. Wander through the grounds of Christ Church (Harry Potter vibes are STRONG). Tried to visit the Bodleian Library, but the line was bonkers. Decided to wander around the shops, buying postcards.
Evening: The train back to Reading. The traffic was… a nightmare. Absolutely shocking. I'm pretty sure I aged a decade in the five-minute standstill. Back at the apartment, I collapse onto the sofa. Decide that cooking is not an option. Ordered pizza. Again. Note to self: try and cook tomorrow.
- Quirky Observation: I swear every other person in Oxford was a student, desperately trying to look scholarly, or a tourist, desperately trying to look like they knew what they were looking at. It was a delightful, chaotic mess.
- Emotional Reaction: Oxford was incredible. The architecture! The history! I felt like a proper Victorian explorer, minus the pith helmet and the dysentery.
Day 3: Reading Itself & That Museum That's Definitely Haunted
Morning: Finally! No travel today! Spent the morning actually trying to cook breakfast. Scrambled eggs. Burnt the toast. Success! Decided to explore Reading properly.
Afternoon: Walked into town and visited Reading Museum. Reading Gaol (where Oscar Wilde was imprisoned) is chilling. The exhibits about the town’s history were actually much more interesting than I expected. The Victorian room was…creepy. I am also not entirely convinced that the museum isn't haunted. I swear I heard a whisper. I am never going there again.
Evening: Tried that cooking thing again. Failed. Succeeded in using a microwave. Ordered another takeaway. It arrived cold. Muttering under my breath as I reheat it. Watching telly. Feeling increasingly homesick.
- Messy Structure Moment: I swear, I've spent more time staring at flickering screens than actually experiencing the world. Must. Turn. Off. Technology. Tomorrow.
- Opinionated Language: That cold takeaway was an insult. An utter insult. I demand satisfaction. And a warm dinner.
Day 4: River Thames (and a Mild Existential Crisis)
Morning: Decided to get some fresh air. Walk along the River Thames. It's beautiful, of course. The water is calm, the scenery is pretty. A bit too calm actually.
Afternoon: Started thinking about my life. Am I happy? Am I achieving anything? Do I even like crisps? Sat on a bench, staring at the ducks, and pondering the meaning of it all. Decided the answer is: I'm here, the ducks are here, and at least the sun's shining.
Evening: Went back to the apartment. Sigh. Found a pub, and had a really good pint. The ale. The atmosphere. The people. Felt a tiny bit less existentially wrecked. Bought a book, and the chips were really exceptional.
- Stronger Emotional Reaction: That sense of melancholy that creeps in when you're alone in a new place is the worst. But, hey at least the beer was good.
Day 5: Windsor Castle (and the Queen's Ghosts)
- Morning: Train to Windsor! Windsor Castle, here I come! Hoping for a bit of royalty and some pomp and ceremony.
- Afternoon: Windsor Castle. Spectacular. Absolutely spectacular. The State Apartments are opulent, the history is palpable. I tried to imagine what it would be like to live in a castle. I think I would go mad in a week. The changing of the guard was good. I may have imagined the ghost of the Queen. Definitely felt a presence.
- Evening: Back to Reading. Exhausted. Prepared a very simple pasta dish (almost edible). Tried to watch a British comedy series. Half of which I didn't understand. Concluded that British humour is an acquired taste.
- Doubling Down: Okay, Windsor Castle was amazing. Truly. But the real highlight? The souvenir shop. My inner magpie was unleashed. I left with a commemorative mug, a tea towel, and a Queen-shaped shortbread biscuit. No regrets.
- More Stream-of-Consciousness: Does the Queen haunt the place? I definitely think so. I could have sworn that I felt a cool breeze… and saw a spectral corgi…
Day 6: Last Day Shenanigans & Departure Prep
Morning: Lazed around. Read my book. Had a second breakfast. Considered going to a bookstore. Decided to just stay put. I'm tired.
Afternoon: Packing is a serious task. More than I brought! How is this possible? Tried to find a shop to buy some souvenirs for the family… no luck… The shopping is closed.
Evening: Final takeaway. curry again because why not. Checked everything. Put the bins out. Tried to leave the apartment spotless (ha!). Prepare for the return journey. One last evening soaking up the atmosphere. Ready to depart.
- Honest & Human: I'm not going to lie. I'll be glad to get home. A week is good. But there is no place like home.
Day 7: The Journey Home (and the Promise of Sleep)
- Morning: Wake up. Train to Heathrow. The flight. Home. Sleep.
- Funny: I can't wait to be back at my own cooker!
The End (Mostly)
So there you have it. A highly subjective, possibly inaccurate, and definitely incomplete account of a week in Reading. Will I remember it fondly? Probably. Will I do it again? Eventually. Would I recommend it? Maybe. As long as you're prepared for the chaos, the queues, the questionable food choices, and the constant need for a decent cup of coffee. Enjoy the trip (if you dare)!
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Escape to Reading: Your Dream 2-Bed Heritage Place Awaits! (But Let's Be Real...) – A FAQ…ish
So, what *exactly* is this "Heritage Place" business? Sounds fancy…
Okay, alright, let's cut the crap. "Heritage Place" is… well, it's basically a bunch of old buildings that *kinda* look like they stepped out of a Jane Austen novel, nestled right in Reading. Think cobblestone streets (tripping hazard level: expert), creaky floorboards (that sing you to sleep… or keep you up all night), and a general vibe of "history is cool, but sometimes it smells faintly of mothballs." It's not a castle, people, let's get that straight. It's charming, sure, but also possibly haunted by an overly-enthusiastic Victorian ghost who *really* loves to rearrange the spoons.
Two bedrooms, eh? Is it big enough for, say, me, my partner, a small dog named Bartholomew, and… um, a collection of vintage tea cups?
Right, Bartholomew. Love the name. Look, the two-bed units? They're… efficient. Let's be honest. It's not a mansion. *Maybe* you could squeeze in Bartholomew (provided he doesn't shed like a blizzard), but the tea cups? That's a negotiation you'll have to have with… well, with reality. Seriously, think "cozy." Think "intimate." Think "carefully-placed furniture." And if you’ve got a tea cup count in the triple digits… uh, maybe consider a storage unit. Or, you know, therapy. (Just kidding… mostly.) Seriously though, if your idea of a relaxing evening involves room to swing a cat (metaphorically, because cats will probably break something), this might not be the place for you. Although, a really *small* cat might be okay… as long as it appreciates the history.
Parking? Because, honestly, parking in Reading is a special kind of hell.
Ah, parking. The bane of every Reading resident's existence. Good news: some units *may* come with allocated parking. Bad news: it's like winning the lottery. Even if you *do* get a spot, it's probably the size of a postage stamp and requires the driving skills of a Formula 1 driver. Prepare for a lot of walking. A *lot*. I once spent a solid hour circling the block, feeling increasingly like a vulture, waiting for someone to pull out. It was a Tuesday. The parking gods are not kind. Consider a bicycle. Or, better yet, learn to love public transport. Seriously, do. Because parking. Ugh.
Okay, let's talk money. What's the damage?
Right, the elephant in the room. How much? Well… sigh. It depends. It ALWAYS depends. On the unit, its location, the phase of the moon… Look, it's Reading. It's not cheap. Prepare yourself emotionally and financially. I’m not going to give you a hard number because, honestly, prices fluctuate faster than my mood swings after a bad coffee. Let’s just say… you WILL need to budget. And then add more. And then… just breathe. Okay? You'll probably need a mortgage. Or possibly a small inheritance. Or, failing that, to win the lottery. Good luck with that.
What about noise? Are we talking screaming children, drunken revellers, or… the dreaded, eternal hum of a washing machine?
Ah, the soundtrack of urban living. Look, it depends on the location, again! If you're near the town center, expect… well, expect a lot. Weekend nights are a symphony of drunken karaoke and questionable life choices. However, the heritage properties are often quieter… *sometimes*. You might get the sounds of neighbours mowing their lawns… or arguing with their spouses. You KNOW. And the washing machine? That's a definite possibility. Especially in older buildings. Imagine the creaking of the floorboards and the rumble of the dryer. Pure romance. Just bring earplugs. And patience. Loads of it. Because noise.
Is there a garden/outdoor space? Because I NEED somewhere to grow my prize-winning petunias.
Garden? Haha. Bless your heart. It depends. Some units might have access to a small courtyard or a shared garden. More likely though your "garden" will comprise a brick patio the size of a postage stamp, or a balcony the size of a very depressing shoebox. Petunias? You'll need to be very, *very* strategic. Think hanging baskets. Think tiny pots. Think… a desperate plea to the management to allow you access to their perfectly manicured rose garden. And if that doesn't work… well, there's always the park. The park is your friend. Embrace the park. (And maybe join a gardening club. I hear those are lovely.)
Okay, I’m sold (maybe). But… what's the "catch"? There’s always a catch, isn’t there?
Oh, honey, there are *so many* catches. First off… the history! Those beautiful, creaky floors? They’re probably from the 17th century, and can be a pain in the rear. Expect drafts (bring a scarf!), wonky window frames (bring duct tape!), and the occasional unexpected plumbing issue (bring… a plumber). And… the neighbors! Living in a heritage building means… well, you're living on top of each other. Expect shared hallways, nosey neighbours and gossip. And the rent! It's probably expensive, as we’ve already established. Plus, property taxes. Plus, insurance. Plus… the endless list of things modern life demands. Plus, the lingering feeling that you're forever stuck in some Homes Under the Hammer episode, waiting for the inevitable renovation disaster. But… if you can handle all that… then maybe… just maybe… this "Heritage Place" could be your… well, your thing. Good luck. You’ll need it. I say all this, but I kinda want to live there. Argh! This is why I can'tHotelicity
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