Originally a Victorian manor house built by a wealthy cotton mill owner in 1856, Rosehill House was converted into a hotel in 1963. It is run as a family business and it looks and feels like a home that belongs and is loved by somebody.
The hotel is tucked away inside surrounding walls, and between trees which makes for a charming approach to the house.
The driveway, and the Victorian conservatory which is modern, in contrast with the rest of the house. It is part of the restaurant and functions as the breakfast bar too. We loved sitting here in the morning next to the window eating cooked breakfast and admiring Italian tiled floors and a hand painted mural.
The entrance is very inviting and gives an impression of an interior full of character and charm.
The quaint and beautiful reception.
The stairs to the two floors and 31 rooms.
We stayed in an executive suite with a four poster bed. It was my first sleep ever in a four poster bed. It was very comfortable and cosy.
I omitted to take a shot of the little sitting room which was part of our suite, so here is a photo courtesy of Rosehill House Hotel.
Loved the vintage wash basin stand in the bathroom.
The lounge and the bar. In the evening we had a drink here sitting on the sofa against the wall on the left.
The beautiful art deco lamp on the border of the two lounge rooms.
The ceiling in the lounge. Rosehill's original ornate ceilings are probably the most beautiful feature of the hotel.
Dugdales restaurant with its lovely period wood paneling,....
..........hand painted gold leaf ceiling,......
.......and Italian marble fireplace. It was early Sunday morning (I took all the pics in the morning, after breakfast), not very cold, and yet the fire was cheerily flickering in the fireplace for the pleasure and comfort of the guests.
The restaurant's door caught my eye. We would have loved to dine in the restaurant on Saturday night, but it was booked by a wedding party. We did have an option of room service, but we didn't want to eat in our suite despite it containing a dining table in the sitting room. We needed the adventure of going to a restaurant.
One of the many antique pieces around the hotel.
A member of the friendly breakfast staff told me where to go to find an old red post box, and of course, I had to take a shot.
We had a lovely time in this relaxing and welcoming hotel, but G was down with a bad cold. He was unlucky because it was also his birthday on the Sunday, and it would be a lie to say his cold didn't spoil our stay a bit. But we made the most of it. We were just grateful he was well enough to go away for the weekend at all.