Bath Tub Heating Time Showdown

So, you’ve finally taken the plunge (literally, hopefully into water, not just a financial abyss) and invested in a glorious, bubbling haven of relaxation – a hot tub! Congratulations! You’ve officially joined the ranks of people who can dramatically sigh and say, “I really need a soak,” with genuine justification. But before you’re melting away your troubles like an ice cube in July, there’s the small matter of… well, heating the darn thing. And this, my friends, is where the real comedy begins.

We at Tubby offer two distinct paths to hot tub nirvana, each with its own unique brand of… let’s call it “thermal personality.” You’ve got the wood-fired bath, which is essentially channeling your inner Viking and demanding warmth from the very elements. And then there’s the electric bath, a more sedate, almost philosophical approach to reaching the perfect jacuzzi jiggle temperature. Join us as we analyse the bath tub heating time

Tubby Tubs Woodfired Bath

Let’s start with the wood-fired humpday haven. Picture this: you, clad in your most rugged outdoor attire (flannel shirt optional, but highly recommended for dramatic effect), facing a cold, lifeless tub. It’s a battle of wills. You gather your kindling, coax a flame into existence with the patience of a saint and the breath of a dragon, and then… you feed the beast. Logs disappear into the fiery maw, accompanied by satisfying crackles and the faint scent of impending warmth.

The estimated heating time? A breezy 1.5 hours. “Breezy,” they say. What they don’t tell you is that this 90-minute window is less a precise scientific calculation and more a suggestion based on ideal conditions, a perfectly stacked fire, and the unwavering enthusiasm of the person wielding the firewood.

You’ll find yourself constantly checking the temperature, sticking your hand in with the cautious optimism of a toddler reaching for a hot stove. You’ll become an amateur pyromaniac, obsessed with the perfect log placement, the ideal airflow, the mystical dance of the flames. Your neighbours will start to eye you suspiciously as plumes of smoke billow from your backyard, convinced you’re either performing ancient rituals or just really bad at barbecues.

Then we have the Pocket Rocket the gentle giant of the heating world. Its weapon of choice? The steadfast, consistent hum of the SpaNet Mini 1. Its heating speed? A leisurely 2–3°C per hour. Once hot, it stays hot for your convenience.

This is the hot tub equivalent of setting your slow cooker in the morning and hoping for a delicious stew by dinner. Except your “stew” is a body-temperature bath, and dinner is… well, hopefully a relaxing soak.

Tubby Tubs Electric Bath

The beauty (and the mild absurdity) of the electric option lies in its “set and forget” nature. You can literally wake up, flick the switch, and then go about your entire day – conquer your to-do list, write that novel, learn a new language – all while your tub inches its way towards lukewarm glory. It’s the ultimate test of patience. You’ll find yourself checking the temperature every hour, a tiny sliver of hope flickering in your heart each time the digital display nudges upwards by a single, glorious degree.

“Oh, look! It’s 17°C now! Only… nine more hours to go!” you’ll exclaim with the enthusiasm of someone who’s just witnessed a particularly slow snail cross the finish line.

The electric bath is ideal for planners, for those who believe that good things come to those who wait… and maybe do a little gardening in between. It’s the anti-spontaneity hot tub experience.

So, which heating method is right for you? Do you crave the immediate (albeit labour-intensive) gratification of the wood-fired inferno? Or are you a patient soul, content to let the electric current slowly caress your water into warmth?

Ultimately, both methods will get you to the promised land of hot, bubbly bliss. Just be prepared for the comedic journey along the way. Whether you’re battling rogue flames and smoke signals or engaging in a staring contest with a digital temperature display. By the time that water finally reaches the perfect temperature, that first soak is going to feel like winning the lottery… a very warm, slightly smoky, or incredibly patiently awaited lottery. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I hear the faint crackling of ambition… or maybe it’s just the wood-fired tub calling. Wish me luck.