Ever thought about a trip to Driffield?
No? Then allow me to gently (but firmly) suggest you rethink that. Nestled in East Yorkshire, Driffield might not be the first pin you’d drop on a map — but by the time you’ve read about my stay at The Highfield House Hotel, it might just shoot to the top of your must-visit list.
Known as the Capital of the Wolds, Driffield is a charming market town steeped in history and character. Think traditional high street vibes, independent shops, and some seriously beautiful countryside. Whether you’re exploring the rolling Yorkshire Wolds, popping into cosy tearooms, or visiting nearby historic spots like Burton Agnes Hall or Sledmere House, there’s plenty to keep you pleasantly surprised.
Driving in along winding country roads, windows down, sunshine pouring in — it was one of those perfect British spring days that makes you fall in love with the countryside all over again.
As I pulled up to The Highfield House Hotel, the first thing that struck me was its sheer character. A striking period property — Grade II listed, no less — wrapped in leafy woods and sprawling greenery, with colourful climbing plants giving the façade that wild, romantic charm you just can’t fake.
It felt like stumbling across a secret — The kind of spot people talk about quietly, so it stays special.
After a smooth check-in, we were given a guided tour — and it quickly became clear that Highfield doesn’t do ordinary.
First stop: the bar. All moody lighting, jewel-toned velvet stools, and shelves of beautifully displayed spirits that whisper just one more won’t hurt. It’s a seductive little nook perfect for pre-dinner drinks or late-night lounging.
From there, we stepped into the breakfast dining room, and I had to resist the urge to curtsy. Think full-on Bridgerton vibes: tall sash windows, chandeliers, ornate cornicing, and table settings that feel more high-society salon than your average morning meal. It’s elegance with a side of Eggs Benedict.
Then it was through to the evening dining room — a cosier, more intimate space with soft lighting and rich tones that promise slow dinners and good wine.
But the real jaw-dropper? The grounds. Plush seating nestled beneath oversized parasols, a vast expanse of lawn that feels like your own private estate, and beyond that, peaceful woodland trails that seem to go on forever. A stream winds its way through the greenery, birdsong fills the air — it’s every inch the countryside idyll. You half expect to spot a deer through the trees.
Finally, we were led upstairs and into our room — and yes, it delivered.
Before reaching the room itself, we wandered down a charming corridor that felt more like a boutique gallery than a hotel hallway. Just before the guest rooms begin, there’s a communal space that genuinely made me smile — a shared fridge stocked with fresh milk, cold water, and an impressive lineup of every tea you could think of (plus proper decaf coffee, which is rarer than you’d hope).
But the best part? A nostalgic sweet station. Think old-school jars brimming with wine gums, midget gems, liquorice twists, and classic biscuits to pair with your brew. It’s a small detail — but one that adds a surprising bit of charm.
And then, the room – The Gramercy Suite
Think Bridgerton meets boutique hotel. A super-king bed takes centre stage, framed by sumptuous draped curtains and flanked by deep reds, a velvet chaise lounge you’ll want to drape yourself across dramatically (I did). The window view spills out onto the gardens — the kind of view you’d happily wake early for — while sunlight streams in to spotlight the room’s showstopper: a standalone statement bathtub right by the window, made for long soaks and stolen quiet moments.
Everywhere you look, there’s a balance of opulence and comfort — delicate designs, bold leopard print rugs, huge vases of pampas grass. And tucked neatly behind the bed, subtly partitioned off, is a sleek marble bathroom with a walk-in shower, basinette, and large vanity mirror that makes getting ready feel like a moment in itself.
Before dinner, we enjoyed cocktails in the sunshine — a peaceful moment to unwind in the beautiful grounds before heading in. The seating areas outside are perfect for pre-dinner drinks, with a relaxed atmosphere that sets the tone for what’s to come.
We’d booked the ten-course tasting menu and wine flight at Highfield’s “1864” restaurant, and from the first bite — warm house-baked garlic breads with cultured butter — it was clear we were in for something special.
Each dish felt like a chapter in a story: Olde York cheese with basil, almonds and rhubarb; crab with apple and kohlrabi; rich beef with truffle; a spring sorbet that tasted like a walk through an orchard. Every course was beautifully presented, thoughtfully paired with wine, and rooted in the seasons.
We made it to course eight before admitting defeat — full, happy, and convinced we couldn’t manage another bite. But the kitchen insisted we share the final dessert: a playful apple and popcorn creation from The Fair course. It was light, clever, and a showstopper in every sense — we were very glad we held out.
This wasn’t just a meal. It was an experience — curated, considered, and full of personality. One that left us feeling thoroughly spoiled.
One final nightcap in the bar — just enough to toast a wonderful evening — and then it was back upstairs. While my husband flumped onto the bed, pleasantly full and reliving the highlights of our dinner, I ran a long soak in that glorious bath.
The sun had just dipped below the treeline, casting golden light across the room, and for a few quiet minutes, it was just me, bubbles, and bliss. That gentle post-dinner daze, soft lighting, and the hush of the countryside outside… it was the perfect wind-down.
After a blissful night’s sleep (thanks in no small part to that bed), I woke to soft morning light slipping through the curtains — I always like to leave them slightly open, just enough for the sun to creep in and stir us gently awake. Coffee in bed, the quiet chatter of birds outside, and then off downstairs to the breakfast room.
The room looked just as impressive by daylight — soft morning sun streaming through the tall windows, chandeliers catching the light, and the kind of quiet calm that makes you want to linger a little longer. The space is elegant, with thoughtful touches that make it feel special but still relaxed.
I opted for the vegetarian breakfast, which arrived in no time, with garlicky mushrooms, balsamic-glazed tomatoes, wilted spinach, crisp hash browns, falafel, and a generous helping of baked beans.
Across the table, my husband tucked into the traditional full English — sausages, bacon, eggs, and all the classics, done properly. Both plates arrived beautifully presented and piping hot, the sort of breakfast that feels both indulgent and unpretentious. We sipped on cold apple juice and freshly squeezed orange juice, soaking in the morning light and that Bridgerton-esque backdrop one last time.
Eventually, it was time to leave — though we’d both have happily lingered longer. Checkout was seamless, with a warm goodbye from the ever-smiley staff, and one last lingering look at those beautiful grounds before we hit the road.
The Highfield House Hotel isn’t just somewhere to stay — it’s somewhere to savour. A romantic countryside retreat with personality, charm, and a real sense of occasion. Whether you’re in need of a proper switch-off or planning something special, this hidden gem in the Wolds is more than worth the detour.
If you don’t know, you really ought to…
The Highfield House Hotel, Windmill Hill, Driffield, East Yorkshire, YO25 5YP
Email: enquiries@thehighfieldhouse.com | Phone: +44 (0) 1377 256 231
Words By Hannah Parnaby