West Somerset Hotel - Blood, Sweat, and Cellars: The Road to Opening

They say “Dreams don’t work unless you do,” and let me tell you—we have been working. Hard.

Todays focus? The cellar and the ladies’ toilets. Now, I know what you’re thinking: “Wow, what a glamorous life they lead!” And you’d be absolutely right. Nothing quite screams living the dream like knee-deep rubbish, mystery pipes, and the thrilling possibility of uncovering something that should have stayed buried.

The Cellar Chronicles

Clearing out the cellar has been a Herculean task. Why? Well, let’s take a roll call of what we’ve been dealing with:

✔️ A bad state of repair (think less “rustic charm,” more “haunted crypt”).

✔️ kegs that needed pulling through from last year—no, not actual kegs you wear, just beer keg ones (although at this point, nothing would surprise us).

✔️ Mountains of rubbish, including remnants of Coca-Cola insulation, random debris, and things we chose not to investigate too closely.

But here’s the exciting part! As of a week Monday, that cellar will be off-limits because essential work is starting! Yes, the final piece of the puzzle that will actually let us open. You know, the tiny detail that makes all of this hard work worth it. Ladies, Rejoice!

Now, onto something truly groundbreaking—the ladies’ toilets. Gone are the days of acrobatics, where you had to stretch like a gymnast to hold the door shut while, well… handling business.

We’ve treated you to new replacement doors, a fresh coat of paint, lovely mirrors, and beautiful pictures on the walls. It’s no longer just a toilet—it’s a powder room paradise. You can now relax while you powder your nose, no balancing act required. You’re welcome.

The Only Ghost We’ve Found… So Far Despite whispers of supernatural activity, the only Henry we’ve encountered so far is Henry the Hoover. He’s a reliable lad: four wheels, a long pipe, and an impressive ability to suck up just about anything in his path. If only he could Hoover up the stress of renovations too…

So, while there have been no bumps in the night (other than us tripping over tools), the real spirit haunting this place is determination. And maybe a little bit of exhaustion. The finish line is in sight, the hard work is paying off, and soon, we’ll be able to welcome you in—minus the rubbish, minus the dust, and with a cellar that isn’t a health hazard. Until then, we’ll keep pushing forward—armed with Henry, a lot of elbow grease, and the occasional deep sigh of existential crisis. Stay tuned!