The location was the only positive. When I arrived there, it took ages for anyone to come to door, so I was kept waiting out in the rain. The door was eventually opened by a man who knew nothing about my booking and had to ring someone else else who told him to allocate a room to me. He said he was only filling in for someone who was off sick, but that it looked to him from the booking confirmation I showed him that it hadn’t been paid in advance, which I said was wrong, but he agreed that I could check this with someone else in the morning. In the morning there was no one at all in attendance. I went to the breakfast room which was empty (at 8.15am) with no sign of life but with all the tables set out. I could have helped myself to cornflakes, crumpets and a yoghurt from the fridge, but chose to skip the breakfast in the end, having looked at what was on offer. I always travel with my own portable coffee-making equipment so I just made myself a decent coffee in my room. When I left at 9.30am there was still no one around, so I just left the room key on the table. So the previous night's Fawlty Towers had become a ghost hotel the following morning.