Louise O'Neill: I would return to Hayfield Manor Hotel in a heartbeat

“People will think we’re so greedy,” I said to the waiter guiltily, who laughed and replied, “sure, what of it?”

The Executive Suite at Hayfield Manor

Before I get a massage at a hotel, I usually have to explain to the masseuse that I like the pressure to be firm. Very firm. 

“I want you to hurt me,” I say in desperation, already knowing that I am doomed to spend the next hour being feathery-stroked into oblivion with hot oil while Tibetan bells play on the sound system. Not so with Elise, my massage therapist at Hayfield Manor’s Beautique Spa.