Chichester Dream Home: Stunning Georgian Gem Awaits!
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're about to dive headfirst into the Chichester Dream Home: Stunning Georgian Gem Awaits! experience. Don't expect a polished, perfect review – I'm aiming for real, raw, and maybe a little bit rambling. Think less brochure, more "what actually happened" and let's see if this Georgian gem is really a dream.
First Impression: It's a Looker! (But is it a Lover?)
Okay, so the "Stunning Georgian Gem" part? Nailed it. The pictures online don't do it justice. Imagine a proper, stately house, all symmetrical lines and a hint of old-world charm. My jaw actually dropped when I pulled up. The exterior is proper gorgeous. But, as always, beauty is only skin deep, right? Let's see if this place can win me over beyond the facade.
Accessibility (or lack thereof): Now, a quick word on getting there: Car park [free of charge]. Bless! Parking can be a nightmare in these parts, so a free, on-site space is a huge win. But… and this is a big "but"… I'm not totally clued up on the accessibility specifics. They do list Facilities for disabled guests which is promising! Hopefully, that means at the bare minimum they try to make it work. Fingers crossed, eh?
Entrance & Check In They offer Contactless check-in/out, which is definitely a perk these days. Saves on the awkward fumbling with pens and germs. Getting around: They have an Elevator, a must-have in any proper hotel.
Rooms & Comfort - My Sanctuary (or my cell?)
Right, let's get down to brass tacks: the room. They list, and I quote, EVERYTHING. From the mundane like the Alarm clock and Towels to the more luxurious like Bathrobes and Slippers. I was particularly pleased about the Blackout curtains – absolute lifesavers after a night of… well, let’s just say I like my beauty sleep. They also offer Non-smoking rooms, which, thank goodness, because a whiff of stale smoke is my personal nightmare.
Wi-Fi [free] – YAY! Because, let’s be honest, in this day and age, no Wi-Fi is a dealbreaker. And the fact that they list Internet access – LAN for us old-schoolers is a nice touch! They also have Laptop workspace, a Desk and also Internet access – wireless. Seems like they have all the bases covered!
Now, about that Extra long bed… hopefully it's comfy. And, the mere mention of Coffee/tea maker and Free bottled water in the rooms is a HUGE win in my book. Gotta have my morning fix!
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking - Where the Stomach Meets the Soul
Okay, food. Let’s talk food. The website lists a lot. Restaurants, Bar, Coffee shop, Snack bar… the possibilities seem endless. I'm particularly intrigued by the Poolside bar, mostly because I like to picture myself sipping something fancy whilst basking in the sun… which I didn't get to experience, but I'm already planning another trip just to experience this!
They offer a Breakfast [buffet], which, in my opinion, is the ultimate test. A buffet reveals all, you know? Quality, presentation, everything. Let's hope it's not a sad, lukewarm affair. They also say they have an Asian Breakfast, which is definitely interesting. A la carte in restaurant, Breakfast service, Coffee/tea in restaurant, Buffet in restaurant, they've done their homework.
And in a post-Covid world, Safe dining setup, Sanitized kitchen and tableware items, Individually-wrapped food options are a big win. Phew!
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: The Ultimate Chill Zone (or Just a Place to Breathe?)
Now for the good stuff. Apparently, this place is geared towards relaxation, with Pool with view, Sauna, Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom, Swimming pool, Swimming pool [outdoor]. I just have to see how good that pool with view really is. So far, so good.
They also go on and on about Fitness center, Gym/fitness. And the list goes on! I didn't manage to use this because, well, I was busy relaxing, but it's good to know it's there.
Cleanliness and Safety: Are They Taking Care of Business?
This is hugely important, especially given the current situation. The listing mentions a whole bunch of things: Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Hand sanitizer, Hygiene certification, Physical distancing of at least 1 meter, Professional-grade sanitizing services, Room sanitization opt-out available, Rooms sanitized between stays, Staff trained in safety protocol, Sterilizing equipment. Okay, good. Sounds like they're taking things seriously. But, I always like to visually check things out, myself.
Service & Convenience: Does Anyone Even Care?
The little things matter! Concierge, Dry cleaning, Elevator, Laundry service, and even Daily housekeeping tick all the right boxes. On top of that are a few fun services such as Currency exchange and Luggage storage.
For the Kids: Family Fun (Maybe?)
Okay, so they say they have Babysitting service, Kids facilities, and Kids meal. A lot of my readers will be looking at this, and a lot of their family's needs. It seems promising, for sure!
The Verdict (and a Plea for My Readers)
So, would I recommend the Chichester Dream Home: Stunning Georgian Gem Awaits!? Honestly, it's hard to say without experiencing the whole thing. But based on the info, I'm SO tempted. It ticks a lot of boxes – it's gorgeous, it promises relaxation (and maybe, just maybe, a little bit of luxury).
HERE'S THE DEAL, FOLKS: Call to Action Time!
If you're looking for a getaway, and you're like me, enticed by the promise of beauty, relaxation, and a bit of old-world charm, you NEED to book this place. Check out Chichester Dream Home: Stunning Georgian Gem Awaits! and see if it matches what you're after.
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Escape to Paradise: Your Private Beach Villa in Fuerteventura Awaits!
Alright, buckle up, buttercups! Because we're about to dive headfirst into a week of utter, beautifully chaotic, and hopefully hilarious exploration of Chichester, all based from the rather grand, albeit slightly dusty, Georgian home I've somehow managed to wangle myself into. Forget the pristine travel guides, this is going to be a glorious, messy, and unfiltered rollercoaster.
Day 1: Arrival & Dismal Tea (aka "The Great Expectations of Tea Fail")
- Morning (ish, I was ridiculously late): Finally, Heathrow! The flight was…well, it was there. Sat next to a bloke who’d clearly weaponized his snoring. Now, onto the train, and the glorious English countryside. It’s all rolling hills and sheep, which, let's be honest, is pretty soothing after the noise of the airport.
- Afternoon: Found the house! It's…amazing. Seriously, think "Pride and Prejudice" meets "slightly neglected, but charming." Cobwebs in the corners, a chandelier that looks like it might try to murder us in our sleep, and the scent of old books. Heaven.
- Late Afternoon/Early Evening: Disaster struck. The first thing I tried to do upon arrival was make tea. Which, should have been easy to start. The kettle exploded (metaphorically, thankfully), the teabags were ancient, and the biscuits were those godawful, rock-hard digestives nobody actually likes. I’d planned a picture-perfect first cuppa, but ended up sulking in a chair with a lukewarm cup of something that vaguely resembled tea. Note to self: Invest in decent tea immediately. And maybe a kettle.
- Evening: Walked around the city centre. Glimpsed the cathedral, which is stunning, of course. A quick pint at a pub called The Dolphin and then back to the Georgian house. Now, I'm just tired but happy and excited for the week ahead.
Day 2: The Cathedral & Chocolate Addiction (aka "When History Met Chocolate-Induced Bliss")
- Morning: Chichester Cathedral. I am not religious at all, but… wow. Seriously, the architecture, the stained glass, the feeling of ancient wisdom emanating from the very stones…it’s enough to make you believe in something. Spent ages just wandering around, getting lost in the light and shadow. Took a million pictures with my phone, of course.
- Lunch Ate a sandwich I made myself, with cheese and ham.
- Afternoon: Found a chocolate shop by the cathedral. (Duh) One of those places where you can smell happiness through the open door. I went a little wild. Think boxes of truffles, chocolate-covered pretzels, and a hot chocolate that was so rich it almost cured my tea-induced depression of yesterday. Seriously, I think I spent two hours just existing in a chocolate-induced coma. Honestly, it was a beautiful thing.
- Evening: Attempted to cook a simple dinner. Burnt the garlic. Again. Gave up and ordered a takeaway from a local Italian. The pizza arrived, but the delivery man was a total grump. He looked at like I was personally responsible for the shortage of tomatoes or something. Anyway, ate the pizza in front of a crackling fire. Feeling slightly less alone.
Day 3: Arts and Gardens (aka "Where I Discovered My Inner Monet, or at least, a slightly less clumsy version")
- Morning: Visited Pallant House Gallery. They have a stunning collection of modern British art. I’m not usually a huge art person, but I found myself actually connecting with some of the pieces. It was like the artists were shouting feelings into the canvas, and me just stood there, absorbing it all, feeling something different and new for the first time.
- Afternoon: Lost myself in the Chichester Botanic Gardens. Seriously, so many flowers, different plants and water features. It was like stepping into a postcard. The air was thick with the scent of roses (probably), and I pretended I was Monet for a bit, trying to capture the light on the water lilies with my phone (failed miserably).
- Evening: Decided to try something “cultured.” Watched a play at the Chichester Festival Theatre. (I will add there was an extreme degree of effort in this decision). The play turned out to be incredibly boring (sorry, theatre people), but the building itself was pretty. And hey, at least I tried, right? I spent the whole time with my eyes closed pretending to understand artistic choices.
Day 4: Beach Day & the Quest for the Perfect Fish & Chips (aka "Seagulls, Sunburn, and Deep-Fried Dreams")
- Morning: Decided I needed a day at the beach. Drove towards the coast, ending up at West Wittering beach. The car journey was a logistical nightmare. I got lost three times, nearly reversed into a hedge, and swore a lot. But arriving on the beach was amazing. It was so long and the sand stretches on forever with the clear blue ocean.
- Afternoon: Sunbathed (and promptly got a mild sunburn). Then, the critical mission: finding decent fish and chips. This proved to be a significant challenge. The first place I tried was a greasy disaster. The second was closed. The third, finally, delivered glorious, flaky perfection. I ate them sitting on a bench, battling seagulls which are ruthless and determined. They did manage to steal a chip.
- Evening: Back at the house, nursing my sunburn and feeling beach-tired. Fell asleep on the sofa watching a rubbish film.
Day 5: Shopping & the Ghosts of Christmas Past (aka "Browsing and Booze, or, Why I'm Broke - and Possibly Haunted")
- Morning: Explored more of Chichester’s shops. Did some retail therapy, which is basically the only thing that consistently cheers me up. (And potentially bankrupted me, but details).
- Afternoon: Learned there was a Ghost tour. The tour was good. You've got the stories of spirits and the old-fashioned buildings, and the guide kept telling so many tales of hauntings, and I swear, as we visited some of the houses, I actually felt a cold spot in the air. Then came to the Georgian House, which is where I have been lodging for the week, and the guide looked at me with the "I bet you didn't know" type smirk. He pointed out that the house was once home to a famous playwright who has a story of being haunted. Well, I am now convinced I am sleeping with at least one ghost.
- Evening: Wine and general freak-out. The rest of the evening I ended up in a pub and ordered a lot of food… the wine helped.
Day 6: The South Downs & the Mystery of the Missing Sock (aka "Conquering the Hills, and Losing Another Sock")
- Morning: Hiked in the South Downs National Park. Stunning views, fresh air… bliss. The sun was shining, and the scenery was breathtaking. At one point, I tripped over a root and nearly ended up rolling down a hill. I am starting to suspect a curse in the countryside.
- Afternoon: Returned to find the lost sock. This is the second sock I have lost. Started in the laundry room, and the house is very big.
- Evening: Tried a local Georgian restaurant, which was nice, I think. The surroundings were pretty, and the food was nice, but I was too busy trying to remember if I had seen any ghosts. I have concluded, however, that I have had quite a week.
Day 7: Departure & the bittersweet return (aka "Goodbye, Chichester, and Hello, Reality")
- Morning: Last-minute scramble to pack. The house seemed to have magically acquired more clutter than it had when I’d arrived. Finally closed the door of the Georgian House.
- Afternoon: Train journey back to the airport. The train was delayed—typical. I sat next to a man who kept talking about his collection of spoons (no, really).
- Evening: Back home. My own bed, my own kettle, and my own slightly less dusty surroundings. I am already missing the adventure, the chaos, and the slightly haunted charm of Chichester. Goodbye, and I will be back!
Chichester Dream Home: Stunning Georgian Gem Awaits! (Uh…Maybe?) - FAQ That Doesn't Sugarcoat Anything
So, is it *really* a dream home, or is the estate agent just *dreaming* of a commission?
Okay, let's be honest. "Dream home" is a loaded phrase, isn't it? It depends. If your dream involves a vast, potentially drafty, and perpetually needing-something-fixed kind of place, then yeah, it might be. Look, the photos... they're *gorgeous*. The facade practically screams "respectability." But I've seen enough house-hunting shows to know the truth lurks beneath the polished surface. Think of it like this: it *could* become a dream. But you’ll likely be spending a good chunk of your life (and savings) turning it into the dream you *actually* want.
What's the deal with the "Georgian Gem" bit? Is it actually *that* old? And will the plumbing spontaneously combust?
Georgians. Ah, the Georgians. Lovely people, presumably, though I never met one. Yes, expect creaky floorboards galore. And the plumbing? Well, let's just say you'll become intimately familiar with your local plumber. I visited a place like this once, a similar “gem.” The water pressure was like a polite drizzle. Filling the bathtub was an exercise in patience that could rival a religious retreat. And the heating? Forget it, unless you enjoy dressing like you’re about to climb Everest. So, yeah, old. Maybe a little… temperamental.
The listing mentions "stunning original features." What does that *actually* mean? Gutted ceilings, too?
Ah, the "original features"! A double-edged sword, my friends. It could mean the grand staircase you've always fantasized about… or leadwork that's on its last legs. Expect plasterwork that may or may not fall on your head during a particularly windy day. Be prepared for wonky doors, uneven floors, and perhaps… a ghost or two. I read a review of a house like this once and the person said they spent a year fixing the *features before they could even think about decorating*. That’s the reality check you should prepare for.
What’s the parking situation? Because I've seen Georgian homes, they often seem to be in a place where cars go to die.
Oh, the parking! Now you're asking the *real* questions. Let me guess: you're imagining a cramped, cobbled courtyard that can barely fit a Mini, or maybe none at all. Georgian houses don't deal well with modern cars. They weren’t *built* for them! Expect a street parking situation that’s both competitive and involves a lot of walking. Or maybe, and this is just a guess, a garage that you’ll spend more time cursing than using. I'd check Google Maps. *Thoroughly*. And then probably cry. (Just kidding…mostly.)
Is the garden actually a garden, or a postage stamp-sized patch of weeds clinging to life?
Gardens. They can be a lovely escape, right? Hopefully, the garden is actually a garden and not a pathetic excuse for one. I once visited a place where the "garden" was little more than a muddy slope leading to a fence, and the only things growing seemed to be despair and slugs. If the listing says "manicured," great. If it goes on and on about 'potential', RUN. *Run*. Seriously. Because potential gardens often translates into "endless hours of backbreaking work and a constant battle against nature." And trust me, I'm not a green thumb. Or any thumb, really.
What about the neighbours? Are they old money with impeccable taste, or… well, you know?
Ah, the neighbours. The great unknown. This is a gamble. Are they going to be lovely, charming, and *quiet*? Or are they going to be the type that complains about your (future) slightly-too-loud music at nine o’clock on a Saturday night? You’ll need to do some detective work. Drive by at different times of day. See what the street is like. Ask a *lot* of questions. (And maybe bring a friend.) Because the neighbors can make or break your whole experience. Be prepared for anything.
Okay, let's talk money. How much are we *really* looking at? And how much contingency should I *actually* have?
Money. The brutal reality. The listing price is probably just the starting point. Factor in the cost of a survey (essential!), renovation (more than you think), decorating (even *more* than you think), and the inevitable surprise expenses. The heating system that completely conks out three days after you move in? Yup, that's going to happen. The wet rot you didn’t spot? Yep, also likely. Double your initial repair estimate. I'm not exaggerating. I once bought an "immaculate" flat that cost more to repair than it did to buy. It almost broke me. Build a massive, *massive* contingency fund. And then add more. Trust me on this one. You'll thank me later, probably while weeping over a leaky roof.
If I buy it, what is the single most important thing I should prepare for?
Patience. Oh, *so much* patience. You'll need it for everything. Dealing with contractors. Finding a decent plumber (I know, it's nearly impossible). Navigating the planning permission process (if needed). And, perhaps most importantly, accepting that things will go wrong. Stuff will break, things will be delayed. You'll scream, you'll cry, you'll wonder what the heck you've gotten yourself into. But if you have patience, and maybe a good bottle of wine, you might just survive. And eventually… maybe, just maybe… you’ll have a *dream home*.
