The Covenstead

Oh dear. I don't know where to start. I'll try... Parking was full. Righto. Parked on a side street, which I hate. Locking the room was an intelligence test in itself, one which we failed. Breakfast was promised to be something special, but it was really wasn't. The worst part is that they hide the cheapest supermarket budget brown sauce, the gloopy, glossy stuff, inside an HP bottle, like no-one would notice. For a premium price of £189 a night, this is just cheaping out, badly. But the best is that we were cleared out of the garden at 22.15, because, 'You can't use the garden after 10pm'. This new, apparently invented-on-the spot by-law, was applied to use relaxing quietly, with music playing at volume 1 of 10, on the hottest day of the year. It was also the longest day and we were told multiple times that there would be drumming all night due the solstice festivities, all in party-town Glastonbury. But, stay out of the garden after 10...absolutely diabolical. I could not recommend this place, absolutely not.

We loved our stay here. The owner gave us such a kind welcome, the staff were wonderful, breakfast excellent. The decor is incredible but most of all - there is a very warm and kind energy about the place. It is now my favourite Glastonbury accommodation. Thank you Tony, Emma et al. Jo and Adrian.

The legendary former owner, created an exotic decor adorned to the brim with an eclectic mix of international Boho art and artefacts. She has imbued the building's interior with an ambience of a free spirited, sensual world, creating a destination in its own right. Tony and crew provide a personable service rarely found in the UK nowadays. Tailored breakfasts, first rate coffee, a convivial dining experience with fellow guests, mostly, returning faithfuls. Already reviewing the diary for a revisit.