This was a bit of a random booking, not really knowing what to expect, because the price was extremely reasonable. It was a big rambling old house with phenomenal sea views, sort of country house grandeur but without the formality. It’s a long time since anyone has taken the trouble to show me to my (lovely) room in a hotel, and be genuinely friendly and communicative - just as though I was a personal guest whose arrival they had been looking forward to. The place was stuffed with interesting items that hung together and created a sort of prewar atmosphere - I expected to see Mrs Bridges scuttling down the stairs but actually there were just a few people in the bar who obviously also felt it was home. There were roaring fires despite its being August, deer in the garden and no one looking for payment even as I left the next day. I would love to go again but fear I probably won’t have cause. Go for me and have a sweet sherry in the bar. I wished I had.