St Michaels Spa: Sensuously Steamy

My skin is so smooth. I have fallen in love with my skin.

After two and a half hours of getting in and out of various hot and cold water/steam bowls, rooms and showers you would fall in love with your skin too.

If you don’t run screaming at the £7.20 entrance fee (£8 for you non students) you will be able to hold your head high through the swish reception and walk through glass doors towards the compact and comfortable changing rooms. More on these later, as at first all I do is whip off my clothes, shove the bag in the locker and eagerly leave. I am about to go into a chlorinated pool for the first time in almost three years…

Yes, you guessed right, it wasn’t as brilliant as I keep telling myself it will be. I remember that I choke easily and can swim at one length per 20 minutes.

St Michaels of Falmouth has a 1.1m to 1.4 m deep pool: 30 cm difference.For shorties like me this is fine, I am splashing my chin with my feet on the ground at the ‘Deep End.’

But this is not what I parted with my cash for, I could see my target, but it was full of buxom ladies and strange tattooed men. I ain’t got nothing against tattoos, I love them, I own one… one day I will have more. But none of these men came close to how badass my boyfriend looks shirtless so they were instantly ugly in my eyes.

We played around in the pool for a while, it was peacefully quiet on a schoolday at lunch time so for the most part we had it to ourselves, a few middle aged “we totally do fitness everyday” types kept coming in and doing some lengths. But we were having fun walking like crabs since Daniel realised it was shallow enough to do martial arts (Like the awesome Tang Soo Do) stances. After trying to do jumping kicks under water and backing into innocent members of the public we escaped to the sauna.

I knew it was meant to be a hot room, but my gosh that room was hot. I barely lasted three minutes before I tried out the steam room, was blinded and bored and quickly returned to splashing in the pool.

Half an hour later the jacuzzi was vacated and we quickly snapped it up for our 4 person group. The bubbles were frothy and the jet streams were hammering into us, the seats were too low for our little frames but we could keep our heads above the surface like adults so we felt fine. (I hate being short sometimes)

The warm water was lovely, I am not one for baths, but I found myself easily just sitting in the jacuzzi and letting the bubbles and warm water just relax my body.

Another swim and we returned to the sauna again. It just seems natural to keep changing; it was our first time there and I had not been to a sauna/steam room before.

Daniel and I fulfilled one of our greatest desires and poured water over the sauna stones with a wooder spoon from a bucket. He did it first and I did it straight after. The sauna then overheated to a level we could not stand; luckily we had fulfille dour wish after other people left so we didn’t ruin it for everyone else. I really do not recommend putting water on more than once…

My second time in the steam room was relaxing. I could barely see through the steam but it has a menthol-esque air to it, clearing my airways. It was refreshing.

Another swim, another whirl in the jacuzzi and my stomach was rumbling. It was past lunchtime and I had skipped breakfast on my way to the swimmingpool, not wanting to get a stitch.

Back in the changing rooms I noticed just how pleasant they were. The shower cubicles were a decent size with mounted dispensers for shower gel and shampoo. I had no idea what they were / which they were so I just used both everywhere. The changing cubicles were spacious and had a nice seat to spread out my underwear, shorts, towel and perfume. There was coathooks for people who want them as well.

I realised I had hit the big time when I spied a strange box on the wall with a metal basket inside. I put my bikini within its depths then leaned on the lid to keep it shut. The vibrations shooks me a little but after 30 seconds my bikini came out almost dry, at least it was dry enough to put in my towel and not get the inside of mybag- always a horror when going swimming.

The hairdryers -and straightener set- was free to use and was very good quality. At this point I was musing about the £7.20 price tag on my fun that day. Being the stingy student that I am there was still a few hard feelings at that money loss even though deep in my heart, it was probably worth it. Probably.

I’ll go again for sure… when I earn some money. *Sigh*

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