Overview

Beautiful country mansion The Grove Narberth sits alongside four cottages and a 15th-century long house built for mediaeval farmers and their livestock. Far more fit for king than cattle, the hotel itself is a recently renovated, regal blend of modern luxe and country charm, ideal for a romantic getaways or a special holiday with friends and family.

Highlights:

  • The beautiful Pembrokeshire coast with its secluded beaches

  • Luxurious and comfortable historic hotel

  • Castles to explore, Narberth’s pretty market town and local food to feast on

Smith extra

A bellini each on arrival; GoldSmith members get a half-bottle of Billcarte-Salmon Reserve champagne

In the know

Also need to know:

For extra brownie points, surprise Mrs Smith with an in-room aromatherapy massage.

Packing tips:

Swimwear for the beach; walking boots for traipsing around forests and castles; some old classics to read in front of the fire; bedsocks or slippers for optimum cosiness.

Dress code:

Rural chic, fit farm – think floaty florals, crisply ironed shirts, and obligatory glowing cheeks and wind-ruffled hair for both sexes.

Mr and Mrs Smith reviews

I’ve just done nothing for three days. Absolutely nothing. It was glorious. Never before has such precious little generated so much activity in a man’s pleasure centre. But I’ve also discovered I’m an idiot. For many reasons – but the main being that I live in London and I never go to Wales. The Grove is in Pembrokeshire. It’s one of those places that when you tell somebody you’re going they’ll hunch their shoulders, flap their hands and say “YOU… WILL… LOVE… IT!” Why has everybody been to Pembrokeshire without telling me? It’s like Ocado. Finally I try it, I love it and then I find out you’ve all been using it behind my back for years.

As we approached the Grove through the village of Narberth, it was as if I had been struck down with a platitude-inducing strain of Tourette’s. Words like ‘Wow’ and ‘Oooooh’ dribbled uncontrollably from my gaping mouth. The hotel is 15 minutes south of the middle of nowhere and it’s only a well-hidden road sign down a long driveway that ushers you in towards the large country house. A Georgian mansion, it is actually more like a rich friend’s parents’ house. The sort of house I occasionally went to a party at as a teenager and spent the whole night thinking about how angry their folks would be in the morning. On the way in I had a flashback, suddenly worrying they might be able to smell I’d been smoking.

The rural-deluxe interior reinforces the feeling that you are actually in a private property – one that belongs to somebody with great taste in furniture and art. A lot of the pieces are for sale including the paintings in the room, each piece of furniture appearing the kind that was once excitedly bid on at auction. Our white, French white-armoired room had cotton sheets so good it made me shudder at about the state of my linen at home. Then Mrs Smith went into the bathroom and started screaming. They have REN products. The howls were like ones that would be elicited if I had turned on the telly and discovered the adult channel had been left on. But of course the Grove wouldn’t have an adult channel. (And if they did it would be too much like watching porn at my parents’ place, forcing me to confront some terrible recollections of being caught doing just that.)

After unpacking, only a complete weirdo wouldn’t want to head straight to the drawing room to sit by the fire. Especially as you’re ambushed on the way with a wine list that has one carefully picked bottle for each type of grape. This is great, as normally scanning a wine list can mean that I’m concentrating more on the beads of sweat pouring down my ruddy face in anticipation of naïve-ordering humiliation rather than what producer to plump for.

Then, just as my polite Tourette’s kicked in again, something happened. It must have been that feeling that I was in somebody’s rich parents’ house. Trying so hard not to make a mess, my body rebelled. It’s a blur now, but everybody in that room must have watched me walk over to the luxurious, pale green sofa and calmly pour a glass of red wine over it. I remember the whole thing as if watching it from above. Shouts of ‘soda water!’ ‘salt!’ and ‘I’m so sorry about him’ were thankfully followed by an ‘it’s perfectly OK’. While the brilliant staff scrubbed away at my stains, we retreated to the bedroom.

I had embarrassed Mrs Smith. She sat on the bed annoyed. Thinking I’d cheer her up, I crawled up the expensive mattress towards her tossing a cream cushion aside in a playful yet powerfully masculine manner. Bull’s eye. The silk pillow hit my full glass of red wine on the bedside table. A team of engineers could not arrange for a small amount of liquid to be dispersed so evenly across so many surfaces. For the next half an hour it must have seemed like we were having the wildest time of out lives in that room. It was, in fact, the sound of me pounding the floor with a flannel while Mrs Smith moaned in agony.

In a bid to not ruin any more of this beautiful hotel, in the morning, we headed out. If you go to the Grove, get Neil to organise you a day out. He’s brilliant at it. We went to St David’s (Britain’s smallest city) where we watched a school sing carols in the Cathedral. We took the sort of bracing walk through Pembrokeshire’s soul-stirring countryside that after five minutes inspires claims about how much you’d like to walk the width of England. After 20, you’re holding yourself up with a bit of driftwood, sobbing and begging to a god you don’t believe in you’ll soon find a pub. We also went to two different supermarkets. I can confirm that the Spa in Narberth does not sell carpet cleaner but the unbranded mini-mart stocks the full 1,001 cleaning range and the guy behind the till has some excellent tips on getting red wine out of hotel carpets.

You’ll be pleased to hear that the stain-removal product worked and I managed to erase all traces of pinot. I owned up to the staff and they were amazing. We left feeling we now have family friends in Pembrokeshire. And I still drool when I think about the delicious local dishes in the restaurant. Malcolm, who runs the restaurant is brilliant. This is a man who can discuss local history and the X-Factor with equal knowledge and passion.

The best thing about our trip to the Grove? I now know this beautiful house full of friendly people out in the middle of nowhere is out there whenever I need it. And it’s by a village where you can get a perfect coffee, buy imported Spanish wine and pick up Joseph Joseph kitchenware or Barbour jackets from a boutique shop. I vaguely remember insisting I’d come back alone with a typewriter for a month and type away staring across the rolling fields, eating lamb and sipping wine from a straw in a plastic glass nailed to the table. It’s all a bit of haze now. That’s what you get when you spend three days drifting in and out of consciousness, opening your eyes only to guide a fork or glass towards your smiling mouth. And do the odd bit of upholstery daubing.

Accommodation details

Address:

Molleston, Narbeth, Pembrokeshire, Wales, Pembrokeshire SA67 8BX, United Kingdom
Wales
United Kingdom

General facilities

  • Internet services
  • On-Site parking
  • Lounges/bars
  • Restaurant

Dining information

Restaurant:

Sit amid the Grove Restaurant’s timber panelling and divide your attention between admiring the decor (ornate fireplace, elegant chairs upholstered in cream, caramel and gold striped velvet, fat milky candles romantically flickering, spotless white linen) and admiring the menu, overseen by executive chef Allister Barsby. Expect top-notch modern British food from this acclaim-garnering eatery: hearty but elegant dishes such as Welsh lamb with broad bean fricassée, or hazelnut-crusted roast cod. Almost everything that features plate-side comes from either the kitchen garden or local suppliers (including cheese, honey, chutney, fish and faggots) and is freshly made in the kitchen. After dinner, linger over a Welsh cheeseboard, tucked up snugly by the sitting room’s open fire, with a glass of port in hand. The Garden Room is an orangery-style breakfast room with an outdoor terrace.

Top Table:

Go for the window seats to soak up the beautiful garden views.

Last Orders:

Breakfast, from 8am–10am; lunch, noon to 2.30pm; dinner, 6pm to 9pm (although you can arrange to have it later)..

Room Service:

Order an in-room feast from 8am to 9.30pm; start your day with the traditional farmhouse breakfast, order Welsh rarebit for afternoon nibbles, and pick from the restaurant's à la carte menu in the evening.

Hotel Bar:

There's a cosy suite of hearth-warmed, wood-pannelled lounges downstairs – the perfect place to curl up on a sofa with a pre-dinner cocktail or nightcaps by candlelight.

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