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remarkably well since its incarnation in the 15th century.
Located opposite Cheltenham Racecourse, the hotel attracts sports fans on the race days which take place throughout the year.
Some wealthier spectators arrive by helicopter, explains our chauffeur, as we head along a private country trail belonging to the hotel. “During busy times, we get one every seven seconds,” he claims, “making this the busiest landing site in Europe.”
Inside the course, crowds queue to place their bets – starting from as little as £1 – with various options to improve chances of winning.
Fearing the irresistible lure of gambling (and inevitable failure) I refrain from placing any bets. Instead, I enjoy my prize back at the hotel – where cocktails have been prepared in Ellenborough’s slick, revamped Atrium bar.
Last year, the property underwent a renovation, transforming two dining areas – the country pub-style The Horse Box and the more elegant The Restaurant. We opt for the private dining room worthy of a royal banquet, where executive chef David Williams – who has worked alongside Gordon Ramsay – presents a largely British menu.
After dinner we retire to The Great Hall, harking back to medieval times with its open fire and golden harp, and sneak up a stairwell to The Snug, a tiny room decorated with Moroccan furnishings.
One of the main reasons people come to this part of the world is for country walks, putting those wellies and wax jackets to good use. I end my weekend with a muddy stomp up Cleeve Hill, borrowing attire from the hotel’s Boot Room to avoid getting my own gear dirty.
Taking it easy, I refrain from galloping to the top – on this occasion there’s no race to reach the finish line. My deserving reward will be a pint and the Sunday papers back in Ellenborough’s lounge – and this time, the Racing Post won’t even get a look in.