"The Hotel its self is stunning, beautiful period building and amazing grounds. What let this hotel down was:
The floors in bedrooms were still quite dirty and furnishing/wall fixtures were dusty.
Information about our stay was handed on a piece of paper and I would expect it to be in the room. Not a bad thing, but generally passwords, restaurant opening times etc would not be on a handout.
We were told the bar closed at 4pm Saturday so our party stayed out, when actually we could of all come back and been able to grab a “nightcap” before midnight ( after a very difficult day attending our friends funeral and wake, we would have preferred to be in a more relaxed atmosphere instead of a busy town)
Sunday morning breakfast was chaotic, and felt very rushed. The senior staff appeared to be a female, who not only closed the restaurant door and demanded we go another way, but continued to stomp around , slamming doors, cups and cutlery like her job was an inconvenience. This made me feel very uncomfortable, heightened my anxiety and others in my party felt like we didn’t belong there. This was the downfall of our already emotional visit to Fladbury.
Also regarding breakfast, the eggs Royale and Benedict were cold and the full English lacked sustenance, one sausage and slice or bacon for the price of £25 seems a little disappointing."