As I began to write this hotel review I realised that I’d talked about the London Edition before; a rather extensive (completely fantastical) post about story behind the creepy portraits that hang in every guest room. You can read that post here: The Woman In The Wall, but to precis, I said that I although I generally loved the hotel room (“it was like a very posh woodland cabin. A sauna without heat and naked people”), the painting made me very afraid.

I quote from my previous post;
“Who in their right mind puts a painting of a creepy woman in a hat above the end of a bed" Are the designers at The Edition completely and utterly mad" What interiors trainee was allowed to run beserk with the artwork, putting it in places that would one hundred percent guarantee a bad night?s sleep" For who can lull themselves into a peaceful slumber when there?s a disembodied head, wearing what looks like a cap made from tin foil, gazing discontentedly down from the wall"”
My feelings about the Woman In The Wall (honestly, just read the original post and catch up) haven’t changed but I do feel as though I want to give The London Edition a proper write-up. It’s a fine hotel and one of the few that I’d specifically ask for, if someone else was paying and they had a generous budget. It’s posh but not stuffy, the rooms are quiet (not like the ones at The Sanderson, where the management seem to think that 3.30am is an ...