Let’s get specific. There’s a place near Tenterden that looks like a hobbit house but has a hot tub the size of a small car. It’s ridiculous. It’s amazing. You will never want to leave.
Then you’ve got the vintage shepherd’s huts in the Weald. They are tiny. Like, “please don’t bring a suitcase” tiny. But they often have a wood-fired tub outside. You sit there, smelling like smoked bacon and happiness.
Secluded Lodges with Hot Tubs — Hand Picked Secluded, Remote and
And don’t sleep on the Romney Marsh cottages. It’s flat, windy, and dramatic. You look out over the marsh from your hot tub and feel like a character in a Gothic novel. A very steamy Gothic novel.
The Unwritten Rules of Hot Tub Life
First: the walk of shame. From the cottage to the tub. It’s cold. You’ll squeal. It’s part of the ritual.
Second: the neighbours. You will hear them. They will hear you. Waving awkwardly while you’re both submerged is a rite of passage.
Third: the bubbles. Do not over-foam. You will create a bubble monster that chases you into the house. I’ve seen it happen. It’s not pretty.
