
Saundersfoot's BEST Sea View Cottage: Hot Tub & Luxury Await!
Saundersfoot's Best Sea View Cottage: Hot Tub & Luxury… or Just a Really Good Time? (A Messy Review)
Okay, folks, buckle up. Because I'm about to spill the beans (and probably some hot tub bubbles) on Saundersfoot's BEST Sea View Cottage: Hot Tub & Luxury Await! Yeah, that's the official name. And let me tell you, the whole "BEST" thing… well, we'll get to that. This isn't a perfectly polished tourist board brochure; this is my experience, warts and all. And believe me, there were a few (and some very comfortable ones).
The Hook… and the Hype
The tagline is "Hot Tub & Luxury Await!" and honestly? My partner, Dave, and I were sold. We needed a break, a proper escape from the relentless emails and the never-ending pile of laundry. The promise of bubbly bliss and fancy digs was irresistible. The pictures? Stunning. Panoramic views! Slick interiors! We booked, we hoped, we dreamt of escaping. And, well, okay, a lot of it was pretty damn good.
First Impressions (and a Slight Panic)
Getting there felt like a mini-epic adventure. The cottage is tucked away, and my sense of direction is… let's just say, it's a work in progress. (GPS, bless your digital soul.) Finally, we arrived, slightly flustered but buzzing with anticipation. The exterior does live up to the photos. Stone walls, that iconic sea view stretching out before you… breathtaking. Then we saw the hot tub. Oh, the hot tub! More on that later.
The Accessibility Angle (Because Everyone Deserves a View)
Now, I have to be honest, the cottage wasn't perfectly accessible. While they’ve got the basics covered – things like a functioning elevator, ramps, and accessible toilets - some things are still… well, a work in progress. But the key here is that the staff is incredible in ensuring comfort and safety. One of the best things about the whole place is a genuine spirit of helpfulness that can go a long way to overcoming barriers and making everyone feel welcome. This is very important, and they deserve kudos for that!
Inside the Nest: Rooms and Revelations
The interior is stylish, can't deny it. Modern, clean lines, and thoughtful touches like complimentary tea, coffee, and even – bless them - mini-bar! And, the view from our bedroom… well, let's just say I spent a good 20 minutes glued to the window on the first day, just absorbing it. The bed? Cloud-like. I'm pretty sure I achieved peak relaxation within the first 12 hours.
Here's Where Things Get Slightly… Chaotic (and That's Okay)
The Hot Tub Saga: Okay, the hot tub. This deserves its own paragraph. We spent hours in that bubbling cauldron of joy. Prosecco, stars, and the soothing sound of the waves. It was absolute bliss. Except… one night, the filter decided to have a meltdown. Suddenly, murky water and a distinct smell of… something. I won't elaborate. Let's just say, calling the maintenance guy at midnight was… awkward. But, hey, these things happen, right? And the staff were amazing about it, got it fixed pronto, and even offered us a complimentary bottle of wine for our troubles. That's what I call customer service! Seriously.
The Food Fiascos (and the Unexpected Delights): Okay, here's where things get a little… messy. While the cottage boasts options for breakfast in the room, a la carte dining, and access to restaurants, it was, shall we say, uneven. The breakfast service was good, but the bacon tasted weirdly synthetic. But the restaurant down the road? Chef's kiss! The seafood was fresh, the presentation exquisite. The bar offered a happy hour that was definitely happy. And I made a new best friend with the bartender.
The Wi-Fi Woes: "Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!" Yes. But… it was a little spotty. There were moments when I needed to actually, you know, work (shudder), and the connection would vanish like a magician's rabbit. This is still a complaint, given today's technology.
The Little Things (and the Big Ones That Matter)
- Cleanliness and Safety: Top marks here. This place clearly takes hygiene seriously. The staff were always masked, hand sanitizer was everywhere, and the room was spotless. Really, really spotless. (Even the hot tub, once it was fixed!) They also offer cashless payment and other things to make you feel more relaxed.
- "Pamper Me" Moments: Body wraps, saunas, massage, and a pool with a view were the best for me. I went for a massage (heaven) but skipped the fitness center. Look, I'm on vacation. My fitness regime consists of walking to the bar and back.
- The Staff: Seriously, these guys are the real heroes. They were friendly, helpful, and genuinely seemed to care that we were having a good time. They went above and beyond to make us feel comfortable. And the people who took extra care in the face of an accessibility issue truly won me over.
- The “Extras”: Daily housekeeping, a concierge, and the option for room service. Little touches that elevated the experience.
For the Kids… and the Kid in You!
While we didn’t need them, they have babysitting services, kid-friendly amenities, and options for the little ones.
The Fine Print (and the Final Verdict)
- What They Got Right: The view, the hot tub (when it behaved), the staff, the location. The overall experience was, without a doubt, a relaxing and enjoyable one.
- What Could Be Better: The Wi-Fi, the food consistency, and little enhancements to the accessibility will put this place over the top.
- The Final Word: Is it the "BEST" Sea View Cottage ever? Maybe not. But it's damn close. The imperfections were minor, and the good stuff really delivered. Would I go back? In a heartbeat. Especially if they promise me a reliable Wi-Fi. (And a filter that doesn't rebel.) Recommendation: Go. Relax. Drink the Prosecco. You deserve it.

Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's spotless itinerary. This is Oaktree Lodge, Saundersfoot, and ME. Get ready for a rollercoaster of sea views, questionable decisions, and the occasional existential crisis. Consider yourselves warned.
Day 1: Arrival – The Hype and the Headache
- 14:00 - 15:00: The Trek to Paradise (and the Reality Check)
- Okay, picture this: me (slightly sleep-deprived, thanks to the toddler) and my partner, John, battling the M4. The GPS, bless its digital heart, kept shouting about roundabouts like we were auditioning for the Tour de France. Finally, finally, we see the sign – Saundersfoot! My heart does a little skip. The air smells… salty and hopeful.
- Pulling up to Oaktree Lodge, that initial whoosh of "WOW" is totally justified. Picture postcard view, that stunning sea view, the luxury cottage is genuinely gorgeous. But then… we had to unload the car. The luggage, the toddler essentials (never enough nappies, apparently), the groceries… Ugh. The "luxury" element momentarily fades, replaced by the primal urge to collapse on a sofa and just… breathe.
- ANECDOTE ALERT: Turns out, the toddler decided this was the perfect time to unleash a projectile vomit situation. Cue panicked scramble for wet wipes and a silent prayer for the cleaning crew. First impressions… memorable, to say the least.
- 16:00 - 17:00: Cottage Reconnaissance & Hot Tub Anticipation
- Okay, deep breaths. Cottage is lovely. Super nice. Explore the place. Unpacked. Everything is… mostly in its place. Hot tub is there… taunting. We are ready to go.
- We decide that the hot tub must be the first stop.
- 17:00 - 18:00: First Hot Tub Moment
- Finally. In the hot tub. Sea view. Bubbles. Bliss. It's perfect. Actually perfect. This is what holidays are for. This is… as close to heaven as I'm likely to get this year.
- QUIRKY OBSERVATION/ EMOTIONAL REACTION: I spent a good ten minutes just staring out at the sea, convinced I could feel my cortisol levels plummeting. The toddler, however, found the experience less zen. We are not the same, my friend.
- 19:00 - 20:00: Dinner with a View (and a Side of Chaos)
- Okay, so dinner… we’d planned something "sophisticated" (read: pan-fried salmon, because we are aspirational). Reality? The salmon nearly set off the smoke alarm. And the toddler? Well… let's just say he discovered the joys of throwing mashed potatoes.
- OPINIONATED LANGUAGE: Honestly, cooking while on holiday is a gamble. It's either a culinary masterpiece or a disaster. There's no in-between. And tonight, folks, we were firmly in "disaster" territory.
- 20:00 - 21:00: Sunset Watching and Wine Glugging
- Managed to get everything cleaned up. Crack open a bottle of wine. Sit outside in the twilight. Ocean. Peaceful.
Day 2: Saundersfoot Adventures and Tidal Tantrums
- 08:00 - 09:00: Breakfast of Champions (and Coffee Dependency)
- Scrambled eggs. Burnt toast. Strong coffee. Survival mode engaged.
- 09:00 - 10:00: Beach Bound! (And the Sand Battle)
- Saundersfoot beach. The toddler loves the sea. I love the sea. John… tolerates the sea.
- ANECDOTE ALERT: Let's just say the toddler had a rather dramatic meltdown when the tide decided to… well, be the tide. Sand everywhere, tears. But eventually, fun. We went into the water. John was grumpy. Good times.
- 10:00 - 12:00: Beach, Beach, More Beach
- We had more beach time. We built a sandcastle. The water was great.
- 12:00 - 13:00: Lunch – Pub Grub and Guilt
- Pub grub. Proper pub grub. Scampi and chips. The guilt is real. So much fried food. But honestly, delicious.
- 14:00 - 16:00: Coastal Walk (or, "How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Cliffs")
- Gorgeous coastal walk. The air is glorious. The path is fairly easy going. The toddler fell asleep in the carrier. John and I have a real, proper conversation about… stuff. Like, real stuff.
- EMOTIONAL REACTION: I found myself stopping, just… absorbing the view. That sense of being small, and insignificant, in the face of the vastness of the ocean… it's a good feeling.
- 17:00 - 18:00: Back to the Hot Tub – Round Two! (the Serenity Returns)
- The hot tub again. This time, with a book. Perfection.
- 19:00 - 20:00: Dinner at Cottage, Re-heated leftovers
- Re-heated leftovers. Wine. Early night.
Day 3: Rambles, Rain, and Existential Pondering
- 08:00 - 09:00: Breakfast of… let’s not talk about it
- Coffee.
- 09:00 - 12:00: Rambling Through the Rain
- It rained. We did the walk we were supposed to be doing yesterday – the coastal walk but this time, in the rain.
- MESSIER STRUCTURE/RAMBLE: Okay, so the rain… it wasn’t just a drizzle. It was proper Welsh rain. We did the coastal walk anyway. We got wet. The toddler was happy. I tried to be zen about it. John was NOT zen. We spent a lot of time sheltering under trees and attempting (and failing) to appreciate the “moody beauty” of it all. Truthfully, I just wanted a hot chocolate.
- 12:00 - 13:00: Lunch: Soup.
- 14:00 - 15:00: Indoor Time.
- We stayed indoors. We watched TV. We drank tea. We stared at the sea.
- STRONG EMOTIONAL REACTION: At one point, I found myself staring out at the rain-streaked window, feeling this overwhelming sense of… nothingness. The world is big. I am small. Life is… complicated. And I secretly loved it.
- 15:00 - 16:00: A Game
- We tried to play a game, but the toddler kept eating the pieces.
- 17:00 - 18:00: Evening Hot Tub; the "I NEED THIS" Version
- Hot Tub. Again. Need it.
- 19:00 - 20:00: Dinner out, finally!
- We went out for dinner.
Day 4: Departure - The Bitter Sweet Farewell
- 08:00 - 09:00: Farewell Breakfast
- We made a breakfast, but we didn’t eat much.
- 09:00 - 10:00: Pack
- Packing. We need to get everything packed.
- 10:00 - 11:00: Last Time Hot Tub:
- One last blissful, bittersweet hot tub session.
- 11:00 - 12:00: Depart
- Goodbye Saundersfoot.
- EMOTIONAL REACTION: Leaving always sucks. That feeling of wanting to stay, of wanting to freeze time. But the real world is waiting. We'll be back.
- Back onto the road. The circle of life (and the M4) continues.

Saundersfoot's BEST Sea View Cottage: Hot Tub & Luxury Await! (Or Does It? Let's Get Real.)
Is it *really* the best sea view? Like, seriously? Don’t just give me brochure speak.
The hot tub... the siren song of relaxation. Is it all it's cracked up to be? Spill the beans.
What's the cottage itself *actually* like? Is it all gleaming white walls and minimalist perfection?
Is it dog-friendly? Because my fluffy companion is attached at the hip (or paw).
The location – is Saundersfoot actually a nice place?
Any downsides? Be honest!

