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Escape to Paradise: Penhale's Eastbourne Flats - A Review (with a Side of Chaos)
Okay, so Penhale's luxurious Eastbourne flats… that's what they say, right? Let's be real, figuring out "paradise" is subjective, and my idea of heaven probably involves a slightly less pristine white rug and a dog allowed on the sofa. But hey, I'm open-minded (and easily swayed by a good view), so here's the lowdown, warts and all, on my recent escape. Buckle up, because this might get… lengthy.
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First Impressions (and the Initial Panic):
The accessibility ramps? Tick. The elevator? Yep, it works. Great! Because honestly, lugging my suitcase up stairs after a long train ride is my version of purgatory. Getting there was a breeze with their airport transfer. (Bonus points! Saved me from trying to navigate their car park like a bewildered goose). I loved the valet parking! Felt like a proper VIP, right away.
The lobby… crisp. Maybe too crisp. Imagine a spotless art gallery, but instead of art, there are… waiting areas. Very minimalist. Very… intimidating. The receptionist, bless her heart, was probably used to my slightly disheveled appearance by now, but her smile never faltered. Check-in was swift (thank goodness for "contactless check-in/out" – my social anxiety thanks them) . I even got the lowdown of the facilities, which, good lord, are many!
Accessibility & The Nitty Gritty (Because This Matters):
Okay, let's talk proper accessibility. This is crucial for me (and, you know, a lot of people). The flats are largely wheelchair accessible, which is a massive plus. Ramps are in the right places, elevators are generously sized – the basics are covered. However… (there's always a however, isn't there?) I did notice a few areas where maneuvering a wheelchair might be a tad tricky. The doorways in some of the rooms, in particular, felt a little snug. Nothing hugely problematic,but something to bear in mind when booking. I would have loved them to include a video in the site showing the inside of the apartments, because it would have really helped me to prepare! I felt comfortable on the property, no doubt.
Room Review (My Little Palace):
My flat was… actually lovely. Seriously. The air conditioning was a LIFESAVER during the unexpected heatwave. That "extra long bed"? Pure bliss. The blackout curtains were a godsend (no more early sunrise wake-ups!). I went to bed, feeling like I was in a castle!!!
The mini-bar was stocked (victory!), the complimentary tea was a nice touch. I appreciated the free bottled water, because hydration is key, people. The room was clean, no dust bunnies in sight. (High praise from someone who actively seeks out dust bunnies sometimes.) I also loved that they gave me a socket near the bed! All the modern luxuries make me feel like a proper queen!
Now, let's get into the stuff they could improve! I felt like all the essentials were there, but I couldn't escape from the feeling of something missing.
The "Entertainment" Factor:
The rooms have internet access- LAN. And internet access – wireless. Free, glorious Wi-Fi in all rooms! Thank you, Penhale! I was very happy. On-demand movies, satellite channels… the usual spread. Again, standard, but appreciated.
The Spa & Relaxation… Or My Quest for Zen:
Right. The spa. This is where things get… interesting. The pool with a view? Stunning. Seriously. The kind of view that makes you want to ditch all responsibilities and just… float. The sauna, steamroom, massage… I tried it all. I even braved the Body Scrub (which, confession, made me feel briefly like a freshly-baked croissant – in a good way, I think?). The spa staff were incredibly polite and professional. Here’s where things got… messy. I don't think I'm a spa person!
Here are the things: there was a spa and a spa/sauna. The places were very different, but both are nice places.
- Body scrub
- Body wash
- Fitness center
- Foot bath
- Gym/fitness
- Massage
- Pool with view
- Sauna
- Spa
- Spa/sauna
- Steamroom
- Swimming pool [outdoor]
This whole spa thing takes a lot of time and I was tired from sightseeing.
Food & Drink (Fueling the Soul, and Possibly the Meltdown):
The restaurants! Okay, the restaurants. Multiple options! Western cuisine, international cuisine and also some amazing Asian cuisine! I'm a sucker for dinner, and I am a sucker for a restaurant! They had a coffee shop and a snack bar! I even tried the "Happy Hour"!
The breakfast buffet was extensive. Maybe too extensive. The sheer amount of food on offer was a little overwhelming, especially at 8 am. I felt like I was entering a competitive eating contest. But the food was good, varied, and there was definitely something for everyone. I had an Asian breakfast.
Cleanliness & Safety (Because We Live in a World of… Well, You Know):
They were serious about cleanliness and safety. They had anti-viral cleaning products. So much hand sanitizer. Individually-wrapped food options. The staff were trained in safety protocols. Physical distancing of at least 1 meter. It felt… safe. Perhaps overly so? There were so many rules.
- Anti-viral cleaning products
- Breakfast in room
- Breakfast takeaway service
- Cashless payment service
- Daily disinfection in common areas
- Doctor/nurse on call
- First aid kit
- Hand sanitizer
- Hot water linen and laundry washing
- Hygiene certification
- Individually-wrapped food options
- Physical distancing of at least 1 meter
- Professional-grade sanitizing services
- Room sanitization opt-out available
- Rooms sanitized between stays
- Safe dining setup
- Sanitized kitchen and tableware items
- Shared stationery removed
- Staff trained in safety protocol
- Sterilizing equipment
Things to Do (Beyond Spas and Eating Everything):
Eastbourne has… stuff! Beaches, gardens, some rather lovely shops. They do offer bike rentals, which is a good way to get around (assuming you're not, you know, catastrophically uncoordinated like me).
Services & Conveniences (The Little Extras):
They had a concierge! A life-saver when you're overwhelmed. Dry cleaning, laundry service, daily housekeeping… everything you could possibly want. But remember, the service and convenience can be a distraction. I spent too much time organizing and keeping up with all these features.
The Negatives (Because Honesty, People):
- The "Luxury" Price Tag: Let's be real, this isn't a budget getaway. It's a splurge. Worth it? Debatable. It depends on your definition of "worth."
- The Pressure to Relax: The whole "escape" thing is sometimes… exhausting. The constant pressure to be zen, to enjoy every minute, to relax… it's a lot. Sometimes, I just want to sit in my pajamas and watch trash TV. Without judgment.
Would I Go Back?
Probably. Despite the minor gripes and the slightly overwhelming "luxury" vibe, Penhale's Eastbourne flats offer a genuinely enjoyable experience. The views are stunning, the rooms are comfortable, the staff are helpful, and the location is great. Just… maybe bring a sense of humor and a willingness to embrace the occasional moment of chaos. And maybe a dog.
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Alright, buckle up, buttercups! This isn't your sanitized, brochure-perfect itinerary. This is my attempt to wrangle a holiday in Penhale Holiday Flats, Eastbourne, UK. God, I hope I survive… and more importantly, that I don't run out of tea bags. Here we go:
Penhale Pilgrimage: A Messy, Honest, and Probably Slightly Disastrous Itinerary
Day 1: Arrival and the Glorious (and Slightly Grim) Flat
14:00: Arrive at Penhale Holiday Flats. Okay, first impressions: "charming" probably isn't the word that springs to mind. More like… "lived-in." The brochure promised sea views. Let's just say "sea-adjacent" is a more accurate descriptor. The key squeaks ominously. I spend a concerning amount of time trying to get it to work. Success! (Victory is short-lived, I've realised the door is also super stiff to shut without slamming).
14:30: Unpack. Discover the "fully equipped kitchen" described so enthusiastically in the email is missing a decent tin opener. Disaster. How am I supposed to enjoy a tin of beans on toast? I'm already starting to feel a deep, abiding rage at this tin opener situation.
15:00: Tea break. Breathe. Make a cuppa, admire the (kinda depressing) view from the window. The seagulls are already judging my unpacking skills. I probably look lost. (I am).
16:00: Wandering. Walk into Eastbourne. OMG, the flowers are incredible. I may be allergic but I am choosing to ignore that. Stumble upon a tiny independent bookshop. Spend approximately 45 minutes lost in the poetry section. Buy a book of Sylvia Plath's poetry. (Because, why not embrace the potential for existential dread on a seaside holiday?)
18:00: Fish and chips. Because, seaside. The queue is immense. I feel like I'm going to be stuck in it forever. The fish is greasy, the chips are alright. I eat them on the seafront, watching the waves. The seagulls are circling. They know. They always know. (They are going to be a serious problem for the rest of the week).
19:00: Back to the "flat." The light is fading. It looks grim. I turn on the kettle. Contemplate the state of the sofa (looks… well-loved). Decide to postpone deep cleaning for, oh, at least two days. I check out what's on the telly. The channels are from the dark ages. I switch off.
20:00: Read Sylvia Plath. Briefly consider the futility of existence. Decide to make a cup of hot chocolate. This is the peak of the evening.
21:00: Attempt to sleep in a bed that feels like I'm being swallowed by a cloud. Fails. The wind is howling. The seagulls mock me. I'm pretty sure the walls are closing in. (I probably won't sleep tonight).
Day 2: The Pier and a Near Disaster
08:00: Wake up. Because this is a holiday. I still don't sleep. The curtains don't keep the light out. I have a headache.
08:30: Try to eat breakfast. Toast. Again. Contemplate starting a petition to have the flat equipped with a decent toaster.
10:00: Visit the Eastbourne Pier. It's actually wonderful! (For about 20 minutes). The views! The bracing sea air! The amusements! They're all a bit… dilapidated, but still good. I blow all my money on a skill tester game. And lose.
10:30: Realise I'm probably being slightly ripped off by the "attractions." Decide to move on.
11:00: Walk along the beach. Look at the sea and think about stuff. It's all right. I kick a pebble. Feel strangely melancholy.
12:00: Lunch: I eat a sandwich the size of my hand. In a bench. Watch kids build sandcastles. Am overtaken with the urge to build a sandcastle of my own. (I'm a grown woman, goddammit!). I decide against it. Dignity, and all that.
13:00: The Incident. Decide to go to the local supermarket to buy more tea bags (a critical mission) and some snacks. Whilst queuing, a small child projectile vomits. Everywhere. On me. On the floor. On the nice man in front. I scream. I run. I am covered in sick. I go back to the flat. My holiday is over. I throw all my clothes in the wash (the machine barely works). I think to myself "This is the most disgusting yet the funniest thing to ever happen to me."
15:00: Sit in a dressing gown, drinking tea and watching daytime television. I start feeling a bit better. Resolve to go out again tomorrow. Maybe.
19:00: Order a takeaway. Pizza. Comfort food. I need it. I also hate myself for getting a takeaway.
20:00: Read more Plath. The existential dread is back.
21:00: Consider whether I should just move back home. Decide the answer is probably yes.
Day 3: The South Downs and an Unexpected Joy
09:00: Wake up. Actually feel pretty good. Sunshine! Amazing, but it is still Eastbourne.
10:00: Take a bus to the South Downs. Hike. Amazing. The air is crisp. The views are breathtaking. I feel like I'm actually alive.
12:00: Find a pub. Eat a delicious pub lunch. Drink a pint of local cider. Soak up the sunshine. (Everything is good! For now!)
14:00: More walking. This time, I actually choose the correct path. See cows. They are cute. For the first time on this holiday, I actually smile. (This could be the high point).
16:00: Go back to the flat. Shower. Actually relax.
18:00: Attempt to cook something. I have no cooking skills. I burn the toast. Again. Have a breakdown.
20:00: Give up cooking. Eat cereal. More Plath. Sigh.
21:00: Fall asleep on the sofa. (Don't worry, I'm still alive).
Day 4: The Beachy Regret!
09:00: Wake up. Beach time.
10:00: Arrive at the beach. Realise that the tide is miles out. The beach is covered in seaweed and dead…things.
10:00-13:00: I decided to walk along it. The seaweed is everywhere. I find something I would classify as a really cool bit of driftwood. I feel like I finally belong.
13:00 Lunch: I sit on the beach drinking my coffee. I throw the mug away. I am too lazy to clean it.
4:00- 20:00 I eat the rest of the snacks, enjoy it.
21:00: sleep.
Day 5, 6, and 7: (A Blur of Tea, Existential Angst, and Attempted Relaxation)
(Days 5-7 are basically a repeat of the above, but with increasing levels of exhaustion and tea consumption). There is a trip to a thrift store, a visit to a local art gallery (which I hated), and a lot of staring out the window. The key highlights are:
- Day 5: Discover the local bakery. Acquire a dangerous fondness for Bakewell tarts. (My diet is doomed).
- Day 6: The tin opener situation is still unresolved.
- Day 7: Packing up! Cleaning the flat to an acceptable standard. Leaving, glad to be going home but also, strangely, a little bit sad. The beach, despite everything, somehow grew on me. The seagulls, however, can go to hell.
Verdict: This holiday was a mess. It was everything I'd hoped it wouldn't be. But, in a strange and slightly masochistic way, I think I enjoyed it. Or, at least, I survived. Now, where's the tea…?
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So, like, *actually* luxurious? Or just… Eastbourne luxurious? (And what *is* Eastbourne luxurious, anyway? Honestly…)
What's the deal with the location? Is it *actually* “escape to paradise” or just… “escape to the slightly drizzly coast”?
But the flats themselves are *near* the sea. Like, you can probably smell the salt air. And they’re close to the town center. So, you get the best of both worlds, right? Easy access to the shops and restaurants (and the dreaded Poundland, but let's not judge). Plus the fresh air of the coast. You also get loads of parks and nature which is a huge bonus considering the price tag. So it is paradise!
I’d say it’s more "Escape to a very pleasant, slightly elevated coastal living" than "Lost in the Amazon, surrounded by singing monkeys." Though, a girl can dream…
Seriously, what's the catch? There *always* is one, right? I'm smelling a sneaky service charge a mile away…
I mean, you’re paying for the upkeep, the immaculate gardens (probably), and the peace of mind that comes with someone else dealing with the leaky roof (hopefully). BUT! Do your research! Ask about the service charges upfront. Factor it into your budget. Don't be like me and find out *after* you've fallen in love with the giant bathtub. (Which, by the way, was magnificent. Deep enough I could probably swim in it.)
Are they pet-friendly? Because if not, I'm out. My cat, Mr. Fluffernutter, is a *necessity*.
Parking? Because finding parking in Eastbourne is basically a blood sport.
What's the view *really* like? Pictures can be misleading. Is it a brick wall? Or actual sea? (God, please let it be sea...)
Can I actually *afford* one? (Let's be brutally honest here…)
What's the community like in Eastbourne? Are there any quirky pubs nearby? (Essential research, people!)
