Tucked away in Essex, just north of London. It’s the kind of place you stumble upon when your sat nav takes a wrong turn. But it’s famous for one thing: King Harold. Yes, that Harold, the one who got an arrow in the eye at the Battle of Hastings. His body was supposedly buried here. So your hotel is basically a stone’s throw from a royal grave.
That’s right. You’re sleeping near a Norman conquest casualty. Try getting that out of your mind when you hit the pillow.
The Room: Predictably Purple, Comfortably Spongy
You know the drill. Purple walls. A bed that feels like a cloud made of memory foam. The famous Hypnos mattress waiting to swallow you whole. But here’s the kicker: the blackout curtains are so thick, you’ll lose all sense of time. You might wake up thinking it’s 1953.
Is the decor exciting? No. Is it reliable? Absolutely. You could be in Cardiff or Cornwall, and this room would look exactly the same. There’s a weird comfort in that consistency.
