Back in February, it seemed as though Britain was being pummelled by one storm after another. There were endless days indoors with two children, who then got a sickness bug and couldn’t go to nursery. So, I went online and booked a holiday, with the intention of holding it up as a light at the end of a long winter tunnel.
I found Royal Hideaway Corales Suites through Mr and Mrs Smith which is the one website whose recommendations I trust implicitly when it comes to travel.
We were travelling with children, so for us, the suites were the perfect option. Vast living spaces, well-equipped kitchens and even a washing machine; but with the joys of popping down for a proper hotel breakfast and enjoying the decadent sun loungers and the 30 metre salt water swimming pool.
If you’re on your own or just with a partner, the Adults Only hotel next door is even more tranquil (and houses a Michelin-starred restaurant and rooftop infinity pool). Those (aged 18 and over) staying in the suites can enjoy all the facilities of the hotel and myself and my husband enjoyed incredible massages in the spa area as well as experiencing the mind-blowing Nikkei cuisine tasting menu at San Ho.
The design of this entire building (by Tenerife-born Leonardo Omar) is pretty staggering. Huge white terraces jutting out above the striking black sand of La Enramada Beach where paragliders land majestically throughout the day. Each room has a spacious balcony with a sea view and you can spend hours watching the rolling waves, sailing boats and sunsets.
Contrasting to the stunning modern design of the exceptional hotel is the nearby fishing village of La Caleta. Packed with excellent cafes and restaurants looking out over the bay, it is just moments away and offers atmospheric cobbled streets for an after-dinner stroll.
Cliched as it sounds, it’s hard to truly capture the essence of Royal Hideaway Corales Suites. The staff go above and beyond at every step (Jose Xu on Reception knew our kids’ names within seconds and whizzed them delightedly to breakfast on a golf buggy). Yet from ice-cold glasses of Cava at check-in, to the ‘pool concierge’ who notices your towel is slightly damp, this is a place where every guest is truly indulged.
Putting style over substance would be an easy mistake in a place like this, yet I struggled to find a single criticism of either place or people during our entire stay here. In the depths of winter when storms return and children get ill, I’ll comfort myself with thoughts and memories of a remarkable Canary Island experience.