A Wild Time

I wouldn't describe myself as spoilt. I just like nice things. My father, I'm sure, would disagree. The ex-pat experiences of my formative years may have turned me into something of a hotel brat, but personally, I don't think eternal comfort is too much to ask for.

I'm also wary of any contact with the wilderness. Again, whilst my father insists that hotel ferns don't count as particularly 'wild', I maintain that there's a suspicious amount of foliage there.

I'm hoping the arrival of the Franklin Hotel will change my mind on this one, with its four townhouses, and an open lobby looking out onto a tree-lined garden, with a dining room and bar suspended above the greenery.

But, if there's one thing I do know from my travels abroad, it's that the British like things done properly. The décor here is fresh, clean and has just enough Blighty clout to be taken seriously - think fired-oak floors, black onyx surfaces, Bellora linens, and English florals to lighten the mood.

But with Hyde Park just around the corner, I'll be sticking to the safety of the spa. Daddy won't be amused.

Franklin Hotel - now accepting bookings
22-28 Egerton Gardens, SW3 2DB

by MaM

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