- Escape to Bliss: Inside No. 9's Secret Warton Retreat!
- Escape to Bliss? More Like… Escape to Slightly Bewildered Bliss: A Review of Inside No. 9's Secret Warton Retreat!
- Escape to Bliss: Inside No. 9's Secret Warton Retreat! - Truth Bombs & Honestly Messy Answers
- Okay, so… What *is* this “Escape to Bliss” place, really? Is it even *real*? Because wow, the brochure was… intense.
- Did you actually find any… *bliss*? Because the reviews were... mixed. Like, REALLY mixed.
- The brochure mentioned *activities*. What horrors… err, I mean, *experiences*… did they subject you to?
- Let's talk about that Barnaby. He sounds… intense. What's the story with him?
- Did you meet anyone interesting there? Any juicy gossip? Spill the tea!
- What was the food like? Because I’m picturing raw vegetables and kombucha.
- Would you recommend Escape to Bliss? Honestly.
Escape to Bliss: Inside No. 9's Secret Warton Retreat!
Escape to Bliss? More Like… Escape to Slightly Bewildered Bliss: A Review of Inside No. 9's Secret Warton Retreat!
Right, so, Warton Retreat. Sounds idyllic, doesn’t it? Whispers of “bliss,” promise of escape. That's exactly why I booked myself in, needing a giant dose of "me time" after… well, let's just say my life was resembling a particularly chaotic game of Jenga. And the Inside No. 9 association? A total bonus for a fan like me! Honestly, I went in expecting the unexpected, a dash of the surreal, maybe even a hidden passage or two. Did I get it? Well, kinda. Let's unravel this tangled ball of spa robes and questionable coffee, shall we?
Accessibility: A Mixed Bag of Blessings and Bewilderment.
I'm not going to lie, my first impression regarding Accessibility was… slightly bumpy. The website promised "facilities for disabled guests," which is great! But actually finding those facilities inside the sprawling complex was… an adventure, to say the least. The elevator was a lifesaver, absolutely crucial, given the sheer number of rooms. But maneuvering a wheelchair through the sometimes-cramped hallways (and the occasional strategically-placed antique vase) was a test of both patience and balance. Shoutout to the staff, though! They were genuinely helpful whenever I stumbled (literally and figuratively) – always a plus.
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Accessibility, Wheelchair accessible, Elevator, Facilities for disabled guests, CCTV in Common areas
The On-Site Oasis (Or, Where Did They Hide the Cheesecake?): Dining, Drinking & Snacking.
Okay, let's talk food. This is where the "bliss" began to crackle, replaced by a gentle undertow of… confusion. They have Restaurants! Plural! I was stoked.
The Good: The Asian Breakfast (promised!) was, at least in my experience, a plate of lukewarm dim sum and a vaguely-Asian-esque omelet. The coffee shop, Coffee Shop, offered a decent latte, although I swear I saw a barista secretly judging my choice of oat milk. They do have a Vegetarian Restaurant which was a plus (I’m a veggie but not a fan of the vegan-only option), and the Poolside Bar, was handy for a post-massage cocktail (more on that later!). The food quality itself was generally pretty good, especially the International cuisine, there were a lot of options!
The Odd: The Desserts in Restaurant were something else. We had a key lime pie that I'm pretty sure I never ordered, and I can't recall seeing it written anywhere on the menu! I could also be remembering incorrectly here. The Happy Hour – a joyous beacon of subsidized drinks – was… well, it ended promptly at 5:59 PM. One minute into 6 PM, and POOF! Prices skyrocketed. The Buffet was… there. The Snack Bar was a haven of pre-packaged mediocrity and disappointment (can you even mess up a granola bar? Apparently, yes). The Bar was decent, the Poolside Bar more than adequate. The restaurant Soup and Salad where an important boost!
The Missing: Where the hell was the cheesecake? Seriously. I spent three days scouring the menus, pleading with the waiters, even threatening to start my own personal crusade. No cheesecake. My soul wept (with a side of slightly undercooked broccoli).
So, while the Breakfast [buffet] was available, the variety was not amazing. I also found the breakfast takeaway service interesting. In short, it's not bad - it's definitely not terrible. But could they improve the offerings slightly? Yes. Absolutely.
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Relax, You Deserve It (Maybe After a Very Long Walk): Things to Do, Ways to Relax… and That Massage.
Alright, this is where Warton almost redeemed itself. The Spa is undeniably the star.
The Spa I've gotta give it to them, the Massage was genuinely incredible. I walked in a tangled ball of stress and walked out… well, not completely untangled, but significantly less prickly. The Sauna and Steamroom were the perfect post-massage chill zone. I spent an embarrassing amount of time in the Foot bath because my feet were not in good shape. The Pool with view was stunning: a shimmering expanse overlooking rolling hills. The Swimming pool [outdoor] was cold, not exactly my speed.
The Fitness Center: I did attempt a visit to the Gym/fitness center. It was…adequate. You know, the usual treadmills and weights. Nothing groundbreaking, but enough to work off the aforementioned cheesecake-less despair.
The Less-Than-Blissful: They offer a Body scrub and Body wrap option – which look amazing, but I didn’t book in time!
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Cleanliness and Safety: An Obsessive-Compulsive's (Mostly) Delight.
Okay, listen up, because they take this seriously. Seriously, seriously.
The Good: The place was spotless. Spotless! The Anti-viral cleaning products were clearly working overtime. They had Professional-grade sanitizing services. Rooms sanitized between stays? Check. Everything was incredibly clean and well-maintained. The staff were clearly adhering to Hygiene certification standards and trained in safety protocol. They had Hand sanitizer everywhere. I appreciated that they had Hot water linen and laundry washing, and the Sanitized kitchen and tableware items gave me peace of mind.
The Less-Good (or, the Slightly Over-the-Top): Okay, I'm not even sure they had an opinion on the Room sanitization opt-out available!. I had to sign something, but I honestly couldn't tell you. The individually packaged condiments bordered on the ridiculous. Seriously, a tiny packet of ketchup? I felt like I was preparing for a nuclear winter (not that it was a bad thing, given the world climate). The Physical distancing of at least 1 meter was very noticeable – sometimes to the point of feeling a little isolated.
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Internet: Where's the Signal?!
They promised the internet. It was there. Mostly.
The Good: Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! Yes! They boasted Internet, and Internet [LAN]. Fantastic! Internet access was available… eventually.
The Bad: The Wi-Fi? A fickle beast. It would cut out at the most inopportune times, like when I was trying to book a taxi or download my favorite Inside No. 9 episode. The Wi-Fi in public areas was marginally better. The Internet services were generally available but not always functional.
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Rooms: A Fine Mix of Comfortable and Confusing.
My room was… fine.
The Good: The Air conditioning was a lifesaver. The Bed was comfy enough. The Bathroom was nice. It had Bathrobes (always a win). The Blackout curtains were perfect for sleeping in (necessary after late-night cheesecake investigations – or lack thereof). They provided Complimentary tea and Free bottled water, which was a nice touch. The Mirror was helpful for staring at my weary face.
The Weird: They were very proud of their On-demand movies, even though I didn’t have time to watch them. I did have a Seating area, and there was an Alarm clock. But overall, I didn't get that sense of awe. Extra long bed was great, but the general vibe was functional rather than luxurious.
The “Hmm…”: My room was listed as Non-smoking, and there was a Smoke detector, which is probably accurate. Still, Room decorations were minimal.
Metadata Tags: `Available in all rooms, Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Blackout curtains, Coffee/tea
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, ‘cause we're going to Warton. The Inside No. 9 Retreat. Sound idyllic? Possibly. Probably. But let's be brutally honest – the romance of a weekend away can very quickly curdle into a vat of existential dread, a dash of mild hysteria, and a desperate search for a decent cup of tea. This is my Warton itinerary, and it's gonna be a rollercoaster.
Day 1: Arrival, Anxiety, and Awkward Introductions (Oh, and Cheese)
14:00 - Travel to Warton: Let's be real, the journey itself is a character building experience. Mine involved a train delay, a screaming baby (pretty sure it was directed at me), and the unsettling realization that I'd forgotten my Sudoku. Cue immediate existential crisis. Found myself wondering, "Is this the beginning of the end? Am I destined to become one of those people who spends their life on trains?" (Spoiler: Probably). Finally arrived. The retreat center looks charming… from the outside.
15:00 - Check-in and settling in: The key (I swear, I imagined a dramatic, old-fashioned key, but it was just a boring modern plastic card) to my room, a slightly musty, but charming, single. First impressions: good natural light, but the curtains, oh the curtains, were like something from a 1970s seaside resort. A lingering odor of… something. That, I think, was the ghost of a past guest's disappointment. I unpacked with that specific brand of frantic tidiness masking an inner turmoil. "Will I make friends? Will I say something incredibly dumb?"
16:00 - Cheese and Welcome Drinks… and Panic: The welcome gathering! A smorgasbord of cheeses I’d never identify, and people I definitely didn’t know. I, of course, immediately tripped over a rug (classic), spilling half my wine down my front. "You okay?" one overly enthusiastic woman asked. "Fine! Peachy keen!" Lie. I slinked into a corner, plotting my escape. The cheese was… okay. Seriously bland. I swear, Wensleydale is the only cheese I've ever truly loved.
17:00 - The Group Tour & First Impressions: The organizers talked about “finding oneself.” Right. Well, I found a slightly damp patch on the carpet outside the main lecture room. The tour was a blur. "This is the original fireplace… this is the library…." Blah, blah, blah. I was too busy cataloging the various levels of awkwardness radiating from my fellow retreat-goers. One guy was wearing a beret. A beret!
19:00 - Dinner and awkward small talk: The dining room felt… intense. Tables laid out in weird, formal ways. I ended up seated next to the beret-wearing guy (of course). He told me, rather intensely, about his "spiritual journey." I just nodded and stared at my soup, praying it wasn’t made with the same cheese as the welcome drinks. My appetite vanished. The soup tasted of existential dread; I can’t explain it.
20:30 - Evening Session: "Unleash Your Inner Clown": This. This was where I almost broke. We were supposed to mimic different clown moods. Turns out, my "Inner Clown" was an anxiety-ridden, stammering, blushing mess. I managed to produce a whimper and a few pathetic smiles. Suffice to say, not my best work. I quickly made my excuses and retreated to my room.
21:30 - Bedtime routine, anxiety, and planning my escape: I locked the door, checked it three times, then considered whether to sleep with the lights on. Eventually, I ate a chocolate bar I'd (smartly) stashed in my bag and scrolled on my phone, trying to distract myself from the certainty that I’d made a terrible life choice. I tried to plan my escape route, just in case. I'd probably be arrested, but at least, the routine would be over.
Day 2: The Hike from Hell (And the Search for a Decent Scone)
07:00 - Forced awakening: The chirping of birds that seemed to be mocking my misery. After a long, restless night, I awoke to the kind of headache that makes you question everything. I skipped the morning meditation session. Honestly, the thought of sitting cross-legged and trying to “find inner peace” made me want to scream.
09:00 - Breakfast: The breakfast was, much like the cheeses, under-seasoned. I had a vague sense I was being judged by the other retreat-goers for loading up on the bacon. I did it anyway.
10:00 - The Dreaded Hike: Oh, the hike. "Connecting with Nature!" they’d promised. What they delivered was mud, rain, and a winding path that seemed designed to showcase the relentless beauty of… well, more mud. By the time we reached the summit (which wasn't even that impressive), I was soaked, miserable, and harboring a deep resentment towards the organizer who’d suggested it. We all stood there silently for a few minutes. The only thing I connected with was the profound feeling of being entirely lost.
12:00 - Lunch: More bland cheese: I should have anticipated this. A soggy sandwich and the same unidentifiable cheese. The beret guy, of course, joined me. He was now trying to initiate a discussion about the spiritual resonance of fungi. I nodded politely and ate my lunch very, very quickly.
13:00- Free time (thank god): Walked alone. Found a pub. Ordered a large glass of wine, and a scone with clotted cream and jam. The scone was the only redeeming part of my day so far.
15:00 - Creative Writing Workshop: This was supposed to be a safe space. But the facilitator was intimidatingly "creative." I stared at the blank page, feeling nothing but the echoing emptiness of my soul. This workshop was the equivalent of a dentist trip for my emotional state. I doodled increasingly bleak stick figures until the session ended.
17:00 - The Confession: Dinner was a better and more relaxed experience. I sat with a different bunch of people, and we started telling embarrassing stories. The wine was flowing freely now, and suddenly, I started feeling more human. I laughed a little. I considered that, maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't have to run away.
19:00 - Evening Session and an Unlikely Connection: The theme of this session was to share your struggles. And… I shared mine. Turns out, everyone felt just as awkward and out-of-place as I did. Several even admitted to considering escape. The beret guy was the one who was the most vocal. We all bonded over our shared sense of inadequacy, and for the first time, the retreat felt more tolerable.
21:30 - Late night chat, and chocolate. A few of us ended up in the lounge, talking about our lives. Some of the other attendees had secret sadness, or were just hoping to escape their lives for a short time. It ended up feeling a lot less lonely.
Day 3: The (Almost) Triumph
07:00 - I felt surprisingly okay and a bit hungover: The birds still chirped, but now they seemed less annoying.
09:00 - Breakfast with the Beret: It was less weird than I expected. We talked about his interests, and he actually turned out to be very knowledgable.
10:00 - Closing Session: "Embrace Departure": We were all asked to share what we’d learned. I'd learned that I was, in fact, surviving. I'd also learned that even the most meticulously planned retreats can be a hilariously messy tapestry of emotions. I gave a small, slightly shaky speech about embracing the ridiculousness of life and accepting the imperfections. And, to my surprise, I meant it.
11:00 - Farewell and Departure: The goodbyes were genuinely warm. I somehow felt a tiny bit renewed. I still tripped over the rug as I was leaving (classic), but this time, I just laughed. As the train pulled away from Warton, I had a feeling. The feeling that maybe, just maybe, I could be happy again.
12:00 - Train and Thoughts: I realised I still wanted a decent cup of tea and a Sudoku. The beginning was over. The end remained a mystery. But I felt more okay with both than I had before.
Postscript: The Inside No. 9 Retreat wasn't perfect. It wasn’t the life-altering experience promised (though, to be fair, I didn't read that promise, I only read into the description). But it was… something. And, more importantly, it was experience. And I needed that.
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Okay, so… What *is* this “Escape to Bliss” place, really? Is it even *real*? Because wow, the brochure was… intense.
Alright, let's be honest. My brain exploded a little when I first saw the brochure. Rainbows. Gratitude journals the size of small children. Promises of… *transformation*. Escape to Bliss? More like Escape to Possible Mild Panic, am I right? But yeah, it's real. Sort of. Warton Retreat exists. It's in… well, it's *somewhere* relatively remote in England. And "Escape to Bliss"? Well, they *try*. I'll give them that. They *really* try.
Think… a slightly dilapidated manor house, a lot of wood paneling, and a staff that seemed genuinely, almost terrifyingly enthusiastic about inner peace. Picture it! I'm still trying to scrub the relentless cheerfulness from my memory. Seriously, when the head guru guy, Barnaby, greeted me with a hug I almost jumped out of my skin. I'm not a hugger! And maybe, just maybe, it's the reason I didn't like the place.
Did you actually find any… *bliss*? Because the reviews were... mixed. Like, REALLY mixed.
Bliss? Mmm, debatable. I found a decent cup of tea, a surprising amount of gossip about Barnaby's questionable floral arrangements (apparently, orchids are his *thing*), and a serious craving for a greasy burger. So, you know... progress?
Okay, real talk. There were moments. Brief, fleeting glimpses of *something*. The sunset over that bloody lake was beautiful, I'll admit. And one evening, after a particularly awkward group meditation session that felt more like a tense staring contest, I chatted with a woman who was clearly going through hell, and we just… *connected*. That *felt* alright. But then I went to the sauna. And it was so hot, so close to the feeling of being buried alive that I really wanted to scream. Maybe those moments of realness were because they were the respite from the fake "bliss" they were pushing.
The brochure mentioned *activities*. What horrors… err, I mean, *experiences*… did they subject you to?
Oh, the activities! Buckle up, buttercup. Prepare for… well, let's just say they had *variety*.
There was the obligatory yoga (which, for someone as flexible as a rusty tin can, was an experience to behold). Then, the foraging walk in the woods, where I almost tripped over my own feet while desperately trying to identify any edible plant, because I was terrified of being left alone with the staff. Mind you, the guide was a sweetheart, but I'm pretty sure she was secretly judging my complete inability to tell a nettle from a daisy, which is absolutely fair. There was also a "creative writing workshop", which, let's be honest, felt like forced confession time with a bunch of strangers. And the silent retreats? Dear God, the silent retreats. I'm not good with silence! I think I talked to myself for hours.
And the "sacred sound bath"? Imagine being serenaded by someone hitting metal bowls with a rubber mallet for an hour. It was… something. I'm still not sure if I felt more relaxed or like I was slowly being driven insane by the persistent *bong… bong… bong…*
Let's talk about that Barnaby. He sounds… intense. What's the story with him?
Barnaby. Ah, Barnaby. The guru of gleeful greetings. He definitely *is* intense. A swirl of flowing robes, intense eye contact, and an almost unnerving ability to remember everyone's names (and pretend he knew their deepest desires). He was... fascinating, in a slightly unsettling way. He reminded me... of that one overly enthusiastic youth pastor.
There were moments when I thought he was genuinely trying to help. When he spoke about connecting with nature, I could see a glimmer of something real. But then he'd launch into a soliloquy about the vibrational frequency of kale, and I'd start picturing myself escaping through the nearest window. He also had a *thing* for crystals. Everywhere. On every surface. I'm not saying he was a con artist, but... well, let's just say I have a healthy dose of skepticism when it comes to anyone who claims to have the secret to ultimate happiness.
In all honestly, he's the reason I didn't enjoy it... I felt I needed a vacation from the vacation!
Did you meet anyone interesting there? Any juicy gossip? Spill the tea!
Oh, the gossip! *That* was the real gold. Escape to Bliss was basically a petri dish for human drama. I met a stressed-out business executive who'd clearly rather be anywhere else, a woman who'd run away from her entire life, desperate for a fresh start, and a couple who looked like they were *this* close to throwing each other into the lake, which, for the record, wasn't nearly as peaceful as it looked.
The juiciest bit? Apparently, Barnaby had a... checkered past, involving a questionable pyramid scheme and a very dramatic breakup. I heard it from... *sources*. Let's just say, the walls of Warton Retreat can whisper some very interesting stories. The most amazing thing was the group dynamic and how as a group we were all trying to work the rules while maintaining our sanity.
What was the food like? Because I’m picturing raw vegetables and kombucha.
You're… not entirely wrong. Prepare for a lot of… “clean eating.” Lots of kale smoothies, sprouted grains, and dishes with names like “The Energy-Boosting Power Bowl.”
Listen, I like vegetables! I do. But three days into the raw carrot sticks and the "sun-kissed" salads and I was dreaming of a burger. The worst part? The kombucha. Ugh. It tasted like fizzy, fermented socks. Seriously. I tried to sneak out one evening to get a pizza but, alas, the closest place was miles away and I was too exhausted. I survived it though, and I'm a better person for it... maybe!
Would you recommend Escape to Bliss? Honestly.
Honestly? ... It depends. Depends on what you're looking for, and what you're willing to endure. If you're looking for a truly life-altering experience where you suddenly become a zen master who loves kale and hugs? Probably not.
But if you're looking for a slightly bonkers, occasionally beautiful, and ultimately *memorable* experience? If you're okay with a bit of forced cheerfulness and some truly questionable cuisine? And if, like me, you find genuine joy in the absurdity of life? Then, maybe. Just maybe. Bring a thick skin, a sense of humor, and a secret stash of chocolate. You'll absolutely need it. And if you do go, please,My Hotel Reviewst
