Four Seasons Hampshire | A Wedding Anniversary

[dropcap]T[/dropcap]o celebrate our first wedding anniversary, we escaped to the countryside in Hampshire for the weekend. As first wedding anniversaries only come round once, we picked the Four Seasons hotel for our getaway. Only an hour or so outside of London, it had everything we needed; 500 acres of land to cycle and explore, horses, clay pigeon shooting, a fishing pond, swimming pools, tennis courts and (most importantly) a spa! Leaving London early on a Saturday morning, we left the builders to it and made our escape to greener pastures.[vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13163″ img_size=”full”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”13230″ img_size=”large”][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”13227″ img_size=”large” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13169″ img_size=”full”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_text_separator title=”THE FOUR SEASONS” color=”custom” border_width=”2″ accent_color=”#ff8d6b”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]The hotel is an an enormous Georgian manor house, set down a long windy road through iron gates. You’ll never need to leave the grounds once you’re here because everything is onsite; which is great, because I had zero intentions of leaving.

This particular Four Seasons is dog friendly AND they have a hotel dog (!!!) – Oliver the Labrador, who has a spot by the fireplace next to Reception. Forget the hotel luxuries, it was Oliver who made my heart all fluttery.

With only one day and night here, I had planned to cram in as many fun activities as possible to make the most of our stay- enforced fun, woohoo! 

Once we had checked in and had lunch, we signed out two bikes for some afternoon exploring…[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_text_separator title=”EXPLORING” color=”custom” border_width=”2″ accent_color=”#ff8d6b”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”13165″ img_size=”large” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”13164″ img_size=”large”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13187″ img_size=”full”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13175″ img_size=”full”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13152″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13174″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13173″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13119″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13146″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13149″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_separator color=”custom” border_width=”2″ accent_color=”#ff8d6b”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]I love riding bikes; but you’ll never catch me on the streets of London on one because me= clutz

It felt good in an Enid Blyton kind of way to coast up and down small hills and paths, stopping to look at the cows and horses.

And it turns out- cows sooo want to be in my squad but horses, not so much.

These friendly ladies wandered up to the fence to see me.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13176″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13180″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Such pretty ladies!

(I’m assuming ladies. I didn’t look too closely)

I love how nosy they are. I bet they’re called Gertie and Bertha or some other Nana like name.

With a cheerio to Gertie and Bertha (see? all the Enid Blytonisms coming out now) It was over to the horse paddocks, where they played hard to get.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13159″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”13153″ img_size=”large” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”13157″ img_size=”large” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13154″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]See? Not fussed at all

We had more time to kill until our clay pigeon shooting lesson, but I was happy just staying outside in the sunshine. When the sun shines in England, the world feels like a much happier place.

[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13179″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13188″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13182″ img_size=”full”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13184″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13150″ img_size=”full”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13121″ img_size=”full” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13171″ img_size=”full”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13185″ img_size=”full”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]After achieving the perfect awkward tan line through my sandals, it was time to head back to the manor house and get ready for our shooting lessons.

To get back to the bike shed, you have to walk down this gravel path lined with lavender bushes. (To the left, is the Chef’s Patch where the chefs grow their own herbs and vegetables for the restaurant)[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13123″ img_size=”large”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”13221″ img_size=”large” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Arriving back to our room, we found that the hotel had left a sweet treat and a note of congratulations for us.

It was scoffed down immediately, because I am very efficient like that.

Exploring over- it was time to go shoot some clay disks in the air. I’ll have that part up soon (If you follow me on Instagram, you may have already watched it all unfurl on my Stories)

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Author: Angela Shek

just a clueless mama in East London

12 thoughts on “Four Seasons Hampshire | A Wedding Anniversary”

  1. It’s like the countryside threw up all over you and I love it. Obvs this is my day to day life down in Devon, it’s nice to see someone else living the rural dream. AND A HOTEL DOG!!? Yes.

    It looks completely gorgeous and happy anniversary again, celebrating these milestones is my favourite.
    M x


  2. THANK YOU and that is perhaps the BEST description of it (and me) ever. The countryside threw up all over me and I loved it. And Oliver, that handsome boy, so nonchalant and laidback and obviously used to being fussed over and not bothered by it- he was a smooth dude and he knew it.


  3. This looks like so much fun, all of your photos are so gorgeous! I love escaping into the countryside, it’s so beautiful! Happy Anniversary! 🙂
    x Kenzie //


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