I was lucky to be part of the team who launched Blythswood Square Spa around 9 years ago. I remember getting a hard hat tour of the various areas, using my imagination to visualise what would become a calm, luxurious retreat in the city centre of Glasgow.
The spa was always a part of the hotel where my clients would say “WOW”. A venue that sells itself. I didn’t say much when I gave a show round, I just zoned out to the scent of luxury candles and essential oils. It was my daily wellness injection.
The Spa is open to guests of Blythswood Square Hotel, as well as the general public. After a night at the Women in Hospitality and Tourism Awards last week (necking champers like a Mum who doesn’t get out much), it was indeed the wellness injection my body and mind craved.
Everything about the spa oozes luxury and from the moment I entered, I felt calm. The smell, lighting and general feel of the surroundings were sheer style and seduction.
It would be extremely easy to waste hours away in the thermal experience chilling out alone with a good book or in company.
The thermal experience alone is the perfect way to relax, however if you are into treatments in a big way like I am, then the menu will not disappoint. The therapists are clearly well trained and know what they are doing. There is nothing worse than lying thinking – this massage sucks.
It’s always best to use the heat rooms first to get the body ready for a treatment. After a couple of hours of chilling out in the pools and various zones and exotic loungers, my body was ready to be pampered. Get those knots out baby. There is not much more satisfying than feeling the tension release, whilst tranced out to chilled out beats and the smell of essential oils on soft fluffy towels.
As for the relaxation zone, just heavenly. I was gutted I had meetings or I would have blissfully zoned out for a long nap in the Egyptian cotton sheets or at the very least a magazine reading fest. Followed by a leisurely meal, wow the food in the hotel is good.
I washed my hair before my massage to allow me the chance to leave with the oils all over my skin.
If you are not in a rush then I would suggest you go upstairs and sip champagne before swinging from the impressive chandelier.
One can but dream. Thanks to the crew at Blythswood Square, I’ll be back. A venue that sells itself and it always has been.