Spring is nearly upon us but the only thing I can think about is how much my back aches from lugging around my winter blues. Alas, if only there was a top spa in central London to knead and massage my knots away.
Well, fear no more stressed-out, pent-up Londoners. The Thai Square Spa is a little piece of heaven in the middle of our busy capital city.
Hidden from the hustle and bustle of the city in the lanes around Covent Garden it would be easy to walk past this spa. But the minute you step through those doors and make your way up the three steps to reception, you feel the weight lifting.
The calm oasis of Thai Square Spa is evident from the décor and tranquil music piped into the reception area. After lling in the forms, I was guided downstairs to the changing rooms. The vast space the spa takes up is something to be in awe of, especially in London. Changing out of my clothes into a robe and paper knickers – never a good look – I felt relaxed already, and no-one had even touched me.
I was lead into a dimly lit massage room and sat on a chair at the end of the bed. I was here for a mother of pearl treatment; my body was going to be scrubbed with crushed pearls. I was introduced to my masseuse and she sat me down on the chair. Gently plunging my feet into a warm bowl of water, she scattered rose petals and orange balm into the water and rubbed my feet. If the introduction of the massage was this good, how fabulous could the actual treatment be? Oh how little I knew.
Lying on the bed with my face gently squeezed into the hole, the masseuse began gently caressing my calves, working her way up to my thighs. It was as if she was melting all my worries and woes
away with a single touch. Moving up to my shoulders and back, the pressure was perfect and I drifted off to a safe, calm and wonderful desert island in my head. The pearls gave the right amount of exfoliation paired with smoothing qualities for the treatment to be relaxing and rejuvenating.
After 45 minutes of polishing and working knots out of my skin, my tranquility was broken – if only for a minute – when I realised this incredible experience
wasn’t going to last forever. Finishing the treatment, the masseuse left the room to let me put my robe back on and I met her outside. She offered me a fresh cup of green tea and left me resting in the lap of luxury with my feet up and a plethora of magazines to choose from. After ten
or fteen minutes (I was so relaxed I lost count of time) I changed, thanked the staff for their help and left with a chilled out yet invigorated spring in my step.
I can honestly say the Thai Square Spa massaged all my worries into nothing, and kneaded energy back into my winter weary body.