Not for me. Friends have moved to one, and I understand why as one of them has developed dementia, but my goodness, it’s like a conveyor belt to the grave.
The houses and flats are beautiful, set in lovely grounds, but it’s the processing line aspect that is so depressing. You can start in your own home, then add in a sheltered care component, then carers, then carers plus meals, then respite care in the company’s care home, then out of your own home into full time care. Black humour claims that outside the back door of the care home there’s a crematorium hidden in the trees.
Our friends love it there and wish they’d done it earlier but another friend, on her own, said she knew she’d made a mistake as soon as she moved in. I don’t think she was there two years before she moved elsewhere, at the age of 86!