I was so unimpressed that I handed my keys back and stayed elsewhere. I could not in good conscience let my wife stay there. From the outside the hotel looks ok, however, on entering it smelled like a pre smoking ban pub. There was no one on reception. I popped my head into the bar that resembled a 1970s working men’s club and the barman came out handed me a key directed me upstairs and disappeared again. I went up to the room via a narrow dingy corridor with carpets that, if they weren’t, certainly looked dirty. The room was sparsely furnished with a dodgy looking four poster bed with some flimsy lace hanging from it. The toilet was so close to the wall that you could barely sit on it.
Outside, I was unable to find any nearby parking.
Effectively I paid for two hotels that night, one a few miles away that I stayed in, and this one, The Oaklands, which I considered to be so bad that I was happier to lose the money rather than stay there.