
Molly, companion in Colnbrook
The old road west, a brook under the pavement, and no reason to hurry.
- Age
- 24
- Where she works from
- Colnbrook
- Her home district
- Soho
- An hour opens at
- £250
- Height
- 164 cm
- Hair
- long dark brown, wavy
- Eyes
- brown
- Figure
- curvy
- Languages
- English
About Molly
Colnbrook High Street was the old coaching road west and it still looks the part: low frontages, a brook running under the pavement, the George Inn halfway along. Molly likes to arrive early enough to walk it. Curvy, 164 cm, her dark brown hair long, wavy and soft, her brown eyes crinkling a beat before she smiles. Twenty four, she dresses comfortably and expensively: a knitted dress, a good coat, flat shoes for the walk and something better waiting in the bag.
She is cheerful in a way that is plainly not an act, and she does not get flustered. A missed connection, a changed room, a guest who needs to be asleep by ten: all of it handled without comment and without a sigh. English is her language, warm and unfussy, and the questions she asks tend to make an hour disappear. She watches old films and will argue at length for the ones nobody else has heard of.
The George Inn is where she suggests starting, and from there it is five minutes by car to the Terminal 5 hotels on Poyle Road or ten back along the Old Bath Road. Colnbrook has no station of its own, which catches people out: Langley is thirty five minutes on foot and the 81 bus runs along the road towards Slough if you would rather not drive. Molly travels out from Soho, an hour by road at worst, and she leaves in good time because this is not a corner of London you can rush into. Three hours is the shortest booking here, travel counted in.
There is no station here, which makes the buses and the walking times worth reading, and both are on the Colnbrook page. Message Hester with a hotel name and she will fit the timings around your flight.
- Colnbrook, SL3
- 164 cm, curvy
- Long dark brown wavy hair, brown eyes
- Twenty four, travels out from Soho
- Five minutes from the Terminal 5 hotels
Booking her evening
Hester plans Colnbrook evenings with a margin, since the Poyle roundabout can add twenty minutes without warning. Send her the hotel and your flight time and she will build in the slack.
Her figures are the desk figures, published in full on rates, and the whole arrangement runs in one thread from the first line to the confirmation. Every frame in the hall is reached from the hall.
Also out to the perimeter
An evening with Molly
Molly is usually in Colnbrook before she needs to be, walking the High Street with her hands in her pockets while the light goes. She will take you back down it if you have any energy left, because the village is short enough to see in fifteen minutes and old enough to be worth the fifteen. The George is a coaching inn that has looked after travellers on this road for several centuries, which she finds pleasing given what the rest of us are doing here. Then dinner at the hotel, and she is completely unsnobbish about that. What she brings to the last part of the evening is an easiness that is difficult to describe and very hard to fake: nothing is a problem, nothing is rushed, and she never once makes you feel like an appointment. Guests who are nervous at seven are rarely nervous by nine.
Molly, in her own words
How do people get to Colnbrook?
Is the village worth seeing?
What if I am too tired to go out?
Where she sits on the roster
Written in afterwards
Nothing is written here for Molly yet, which out here is usually what discretion looks like. A note appears only when a guest writes one, she agrees to it, and the desk has checked that it reads as a first name, a month and nothing private.






