Northern Arts Hotel

This is a lovely hotel. Large room with a very comfortable bed. Lovely decor. We had our own en suite which was very well done. It was great to drink tea out of fine bone china. A very eclectic hotel. Great breakfast.

Northern Arts Hotel is an excellent place to stay in historic Castlemaine. The owner, Maggie, has created a quirky, interesting, friendly and warm place to stay. Go on a Sunday and you’ll be able to grab a glass of wine and see her film of the week which is shown in the lounge for locals and guests. When we were there Maggie introduced the film and then facilitated a lively discussion after it. The hotel is around the corner from the Mill and is a 15 minute stroll into town.

I can fully understand that things change and sometimes bookings need to be cancelled. However, the call you just made to me Maggie was completely lacking in any empathy or understanding. We were looking forward to staying at your hotel to attend our long time friends wedding in a couple of weeks time, but were extremely disappointed to have our booking rudely and abruptly cancelled this morning. You did not seek to soften your message, explain the reason, genuinely apologise, or mention that you would love to see us another time and would do your best to accommodate us and maybe even look after us a little with a special deal next time. Instead, you were cold and clinical and went straight to telling me that you were cancelling the booking. And to suggest that we will find alternative accommodation easily this close to travel time is ludicrous. Terrible reflection on your business. I will not consider staying with you again or recommending your business to any of our friends or family.

We arrived at the Northern Arts Hotel in Barker Street and simply opening the door to the main room was a delight. A grand piano on the right, a small cinema on the left and knick-knacks everywhere, Margie Fooke chatting with a new staff member and I felt I was at home. Well, I was. Margie used to run the Brooklyn Arts Hotel in Fitzroy. We carried the bags upstairs (no lift, so reduce your baggage) cleaned up, changed into lighter clothing and went for a walk through Castlemaine. (Pronunciation guide: Castlemaine is pronounced like Newcastle, with a short initial “a” Cassel not Carssel, but locals call it The Main, like Ballarat is called The Rat.) Despite the hype about Central Victoria country towns being over-run by tourists, Castlemaine is delightful. Nothing ever was what it used to be - a line I wrote about Carlton in 1989. (That said, the crush of tourists in Daylesford the next day – Sunday – was overwhelming. But they go away during the week.) We had lunch with friends and explored the centre of 'The Main' and sauntered back to the hotel for a rest. While my partner snoozed I went onto the veranda overlooking the street and re-tuned my 12-string guitar and practiced some scales and songs. Idyllic ! We had dinner at the Phamily Kitchen Vietnamese Restaurant (see separate review) and returning to the Northern Artists Hotel, I realised that their film night was presented by John Flaus of 3RRR-FM fame; and Margie knew friends of mine in Melbourne. We had a glass of wine with Margie and Frank and more guests returned and we spent an hour or so nattering about arts and politics. I felt at home. Beware the front rooms. They overlook the Midland Highway and it wasn’t engine noise that woke me but the woosh of tyres passing by. That said, our room was great with bedside tables, a modern bathroom and in the hallway an urn and birko with tea and instant coffee. Downstairs were more facilities for a light continental breakfast. Just $165 for the night. Highly recommended.