Now, we must discuss the breakfast. It’s a production. A full English that could feed a small army. The sausages are plump, the bacon is crispy, and the hash browns are little golden triangles of joy.
There are beans, eggs, mushrooms, and black pudding (if you’re brave). And then there’s the continental side. Pastries, fruit, yoghurt—the works. It’s a battlefield of breakfast choices. You’ll eat too much. You’ll regret it. You’ll do it again tomorrow.
Pro tip: go down early. Otherwise, you’ll be queuing with a plate of toast and growing resentment. The coffee is self-serve. It’s fine. It’s not artisanal, but it’s hot. That counts for everything at 7am.
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But What About the Noise?
Ah, the elephant in the double-glazed room. It’s the town centre. You’ll hear people. Shoppers, drunk students, the occasional street performer playing “Wonderwall” on a loop. But honestly? The windows do a decent job.
I’ve slept like a log here. And I’m a light sleeper. The air conditioning hums a lullaby. The curtains are blackout-grade, making it feel like midnight at 2pm. Blissful ignorance.
