#USA Hallowed ground for Americans: Inside the Cotswold hotel that’s hosted kings and the Hollywood elite #USNews
Inside the 14th Century Cotswold hotel that’s hosted a glittering array of names from King Charles I to Elizabeth Taylor (no surprise it is hallowed ground for touring Americans)
- Sarah Hartley visits The Lygon Arms, a training inn in the village of Broadway with ‘straightforward to devour historical past’
- She finds the 86-room hotel has an unstuffy vibe and the educated workers ‘preserve it working slickety-slick’
- Sarah says that the spa swimming pool is an ‘air-punching bonus’ – it is lengthy sufficient to swim respectable lengths in
When you study the final visitor to verify into your room was having fun with his twenty second keep – and that he hailed from Tennessee – you realise The Lygon Arms is hallowed ground for old-school Americans on a grand tour of the British Isles wanting for a pit cease in the Cotswolds.
The attraction is clear, as the partitions of this 14th Century teaching inn reverberate with straightforward to devour historical past.
Charles I met Royalist supporters right here and Oliver Cromwell spent the evening on the premises earlier than the Battle of Worcester in 1651. And after visits by King Edward VII and VIII, it trickles right down to Hollywood elite: Cary Grant, Vivien Leigh, Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton. Throw in a lavish multi-million-pound refurb from the homeowners of grand nation lodges Cliveden and Chewton Glen, then watch abroad bookings flood in.
Slice of historical past: Sarah Hartley checks into The Lygon Arms, above, a 14th Century teaching inn set in the Cotswold village of Broadway
‘Robust twills, tweeds and tartans in mushy heathery palettes run from upholstered headboards to curtains and cushions,’ Sarah says of the hotel’s decor. Above is one in all the 86 visitor rooms
Dogs and kids are made an equal fuss of (reap the benefits of the groomer or children’ membership) and there’s a buzz that makes for a sociable, unstuffy vibe. The educated workers preserve the 86-room hotel working slickety-slick. For allure in each flagstone and mullion window, ask for a room in the major inn.
There are additionally mews cottages and, beloved of Americans, seven courtyard suites. Big and with air-conditioning, step-free entry and huge moist rooms, the lodging ticks each field for multi-gen stays.
Robust twills, tweeds and tartans in mushy heathery palettes run from upholstered headboards to curtains and cushions, whereas cool black-and-white pictures hold on slate-hued partitions. Sip espresso in your monogrammed gown in your mini terrace or stroll in the three-acre gardens the place not a petal is misplaced. An air-punching bonus is the spa swimming pool – Romanesque, shiny and, reward be, lengthy sufficient to swim respectable lengths.
Pictured is the Romanesque spa swimming pool, which is ‘lengthy sufficient to swim respectable lengths’
Former company of the hotel embody Charles I, Oliver Cromwell and King Edward VII and VIII
From the wine bar, company spill out into the courtyard to take a seat beneath garland-lit bushes. Inside, past the lounges, The Lygon Bar & Grill is relaxed regardless of the grand house. Diners sit at marble-topped tables with a backdrop of wood-panelled partitions adorned with work beneath a sixteenth Century barrel ceiling hung with antler chandeliers.
The menu is easy-going brasserie fare. Torched mackerel with beetroot, watercress and Lygon horseradish to begin, steak and chunky chips with steamed greens adopted by Evesham strawberries and sorbet hit the spot.
Refreshingly, the inn doorways are flung open very first thing and breakfast is a military-neat buffet with muffins, granolas, recent fruit and bread, plus good sausages, black pudding, bacon and scrambled eggs on parade.
Sarah recommends strolling in the three-acre gardens the place ‘not a petal is misplaced’
The Lygon Bar & Grill (pictured) is relaxed regardless of the grand house, based on Sarah
The restaurant serves easy-going brasserie fare
Broadway is a village so candy, so quintessentially English – all bunting, brisk bustle and commerce – that you simply half anticipate a movie director to come out from behind a field hedge and shout ‘Cut!’
The boutiques on the vast High Street will tempt even hardened savers into purchases of wooden baskets, woollen throws and linen napkins.
Do make a date for the Moreton-in-Marsh agricultural present, the largest in the UK, held on the first Saturday in September.
On my go to, who ought to be discovered swaggering amongst the pens of prize bulls however the poster boy of the Cotswolds – Jeremy Clarkson.