My stay at The Rookery had a rather inauspicious start. I’d booked my sister and myself in as a belated birthday gift for her, thinking that we’d do a tour of Clerkenwell, eat a delicious dinner at Polpo, whack on a face mask and have a gossip about our mutual stresses (probably her boyfriend and my workload, based on precedent).
Things did not go to plan. My sister Mick got a stomach bug two days prior to our stay, and was still feeling a bit poorly on the morning of, so I – based on my phobic response; see here for a piece detailing my emetophobia – suggested she stay close to base camp and FAR away from me in case some lingering vestige of disease should make its way into my system.
As I’d booked a tour of Clerkenwell with Emma Parker of Coutours on the same day and couldn’t shift that, I decided to crack on with the plan, sans sister. My friend Shireen stepped in to come on the tour, imbibe afternoon wine, and – as you’ll see if you watch the vlog efforts – wield my camera.
A mini review: this hotel is quite the find and poor old Mick really missed out – The Rookery is the ideal London bolthole, a place filled with character and charm and so very unlike the mass bulk of hotels in the city. Watch the video for more information, a snoop around the rooms, a bit of tipsy chat between Shireen and me, and for a peek at the most beautiful bath I ever did see..