The Convent in South Woodchester has an aura. It is a magical venue for music and it has all the quirkiness you might expect from an old religious building. Although the last nuns left in 2011, we are told that many ghosts still linger on here – we certainly felt many cold draughts….even if they were not directly linked to a spiritual presence. We are staying here after a fantastic night watching Turin Brakes perform live.
Breakfast is served in a grand room which is an apparition. Adorned by mirrors, old gramophones, an upright piano, strange statues and tall windows. But there is nothing too mystical about breakfast. A buffet of cereals, juices, fruit, pastries and bread. Coffee or tea is brought to order and we have a choice of cooked breakfasts.
I choose the full English – a vortex of bacon, sausage, poached egg, black pudding, tomato, mushrooms, toast and beans. On a frighteningly chilly December morning, it is all that I hoped it would be, hot, tasty and comforting. Rock orders a small freshly toasted muffin cloaked with smoked salmon and a demon of a poached egg. It is really good.
The Convent is still a work in progress. They have already achieved a great deal and I don’t need to be a psychic to be looking forward to returning here to see what alchemy is created by further improvements.