During stints as a writer for The Times, The Sunday Times, The Guardian and Cosmopolitan, Helen has checked into a wealth of super-slick hotels. From walking in stilettos on a Monte Carlo beach, to having a gun pointed at her in South Africa, Helen has experienced some mind-blowing stuff in her time. She insists her best ever hotel memory is of a 70p-a-night mud hut on an Indian beach, though she admits she’s partial to the odd eye-wateringly expensive five-starrer on occasion too.

Helen McNutt anonymously reviewed:
Chewton Glen in Hampshire – Read the review