Now I must make it clear the staff were very good. They were polite and helpful but working in very difficult conditions.
The rooms were like prison cells, with paper thin walls. The single bed was very uncomfortable - in fact it was a choice of which bed spring to allow to stick in you next. The pillows and bed clothes were thin and old - as were the towels. The TV in my room had no signal, the light bulb was burnt out and I had to get a replacement. The kettle in my friend’s room was burnt out - but he was probably better off without it as the tea and coffee resembled warm mud. In fairness the shower did work well, as I was expecting it to just run cold. But it was warm and soothing.
However the ‘Piece de resistance’ of the two night stay was the tendency of what seemed liked the entire town’s population to spend the night passing in and out the building, slamming and crashing the front door - immediately beneath our rooms.
But this was nicely counter-pointed by the heavy traffic (mostly HGVs) passing by our antique sash windows throughout the night, as the rooms faced directly onto the High Street.
Sleep? What sleep? This is why I suggest the venue is suitable only for murderers as, if you didn’t have an urge to kill someone before a stay at The Hampton, you certainly will after.
And of course best of all we paid for the privilege of staying there.
Finally, I’d suggest this hotel might encourage an undecided potential suicide to commit to their course of action.
