This Premier Inn isn’t a destination. It’s a pit stop. A very comfortable, very clean, very British pit stop. It’s a hug in hotel form.
You’ll leave with a full belly and a car washed (the car park has a jet wash). You’ll remember the heron on the river. You might even miss the chunky blue carpet.
So next time you see the sign, don’t drive past. Stop. Eat a hash brown. Watch a boat. Take a nap. Enjoy the glorious, boring perfection of it all. You’ve earned it.
