Phil H.
Google
Stayed for one night earlier in the year, and had good first impressions. The welcome was nice, with pleasant staff and a warm vibe to the entry, once I'd manage to navigate there from the car park — it's a sprawling site, especially in the dark, and not always clearly signposted.
The room was a good size, with plenty of floor space, a good sized desk, and a couple of armchairs with a coffee table. All seemed good.
It fell apart when I saw the piles of dead ladybirds on the floor. The oil heater, fan and iron in the wardrobe were left in a less than elegant way, but that doesn't really affect anything. The iron, however, was dangerous — it had a broken plug, with exposed wiring. I didn't iron my shirt.
The room was at the front of the hotel, so passing traffic occasionally caused a bit too much noise, but it generally wasn't intrusive.
But the lack of care shown around various parts of the room meant I wasn't sleeping well anyway. Regardless of how good it might have been, that all took more than an edge off it.