I had been meaning to visit the Spa at the Marker Hotel in Dublin for a number of months, especially as it was recently awarded Top Spa by Irish Tatler. The Spa, located on the 1st floor up a discreet flight of stairs, has a minimal look and feel. While it doesn’t quite have the sharp contemporary interior as the Peninsula in Paris, it is clean, relaxed and inviting and a perfect city centre escape. As it happened, Friday evening turned out to be free in my calendar and as the week wore on between work and travel, I thought it was as good a time as any to check it out.
I had the pleasure of attending a yoga workshop with Sri Sudhir Tiwari at ashtanga.ie last weekend. Tiwari, visiting from Lonavala India, comes from a rich yogic heritage and is an expert in traditional yoga practice and Ayurveda, meaning that he is as versed on the ancient teachings of the gurus as he is on how it applies to modern living.
An old friend of mine was visiting over the holidays and we took the opportunity to escape from the city and hide out in a Country House to properly catch up. Our choice of venue was Marlfield House in the South East of Ireland, long over looked by both of us but utterly charming from the moment we stepped inside. With its treasure trove of antiques, we spent far longer than planned admiring paintings and gilt edged mirrors, testing armchairs and discussing the merits of a bidet in our chic accommodation.
Given that its now 6 months since Unwind and Let Go was created, I thought I would share with you how the blog is coming along. Unwind was started on a whim last Summer following a visit to the George V Spa Paris for a heavenly Tropical Magnolia massage. At the time I was so overcome with excitement that I felt everyone should hear about it and so decided to write a blog. Once Unwind was underway, I then added a category on Yoga because I figured both Spas and Yoga were somewhat linked. Although admittedly having injured myself at a random beginners yoga class in the countryside last October [see here] I haven’t been able to write as much on Yoga as I would have liked. (By the way, I still find it amazing how everyone finds the injury so hilarious!!!).
Scotland enfolds you, its mists weave spells around you, as you traipse with tripod and camera bag through wind and rain, across rivers and marshes, with glens of bracken and springy heather wondering what secrets the landscape keeps. Rising early in the morning, stamping cold feet, with hoods and gloves, excited and expectant, as you imagine new compositions developing through the day.
By Mark Ody, guest writer for Unwind and let go.
Two years ago, my partner Marie and I visited the Heure Bleue Hotel in Essaouira on holiday. It was my first time visiting a Moroccan Hammam, my only time so far, but now I feel a constant yearning to return. We had left our kids with willing and ageless grandparents, and flew from Marseilles looking forward to our autumnal break of culture, warmth, golf and sleep.
After six weeks in the windswept North West, my skin was feeling dry and in need of some serious exfoliation and after a consultation with the Shelbourne Spa, I booked myself in for an elemis Exotic Coconut Body Rub and Milk Ritual Wrap. Even though, an exfoliation treatment is less about relaxation and more about results, I was hoping for a repeat of my wonderful visit to the Six Senses in Paris [see here].