Don't stay here! This place is very, very rustic and not in a quaint way. We were met by an old woman with filthy hands straight out of the field and ragged old stocking with more ladders than B&Q. The accomodation is full of insects, cobwebs and dust and the magazines from 2005 in the communal living room suggest this may be the last ime someone dared. We were given a bottle of home made wine on arrival (credit where it's due: it was lovely) but over a couple of glasses decided that there was no way we were staying there for three nights.
Oh, and the flies, the flies, the flies.