The Hotel That Time Forgot (and Hygiene Ignored)
This place is straight out of nightmares. We paid £155 for one night because it was in a convenient location, and the photos on Expedia looked decent enough. I wasn’t expecting The Ritz, but I was expecting the bare minimum: a clean towel, a clean room, and some hot water. What we got instead was a stained towel, a filthy bathroom, no hot water in the room, and the kind of “decor” that screams, “we gave up in 1983.”
The bed? Imagine lying on a scrapyard dressed in bedsheets. The frame creaked if you so much as breathed near it, and the mattress springs are now a permanent part of my trauma. This bed should have been humanely retired during the 1970s—possibly burned, just to be safe.
We didn’t bother trying the bar or food, partly because the bar was a ghost town—completely empty except for a blaring TV showing bargain-bin daytime television. Honestly, the empty chairs looked like they’d given up on life too.
For £155, this wasn’t just disappointing—it was daylight robbery with a side of mildew. Do yourself a favour: stay literally anywhere else. Even sleeping in your car would be a more comfortable and hygienic option.