Finde Hotels in Hunstanton

Described on Trip Advisor as a ‘Newly refurbished Boutique Hotel’…..well. That was a lie! Arrived to check in to meet another guest complaining about his room. Told at check in that there is a coded door to get up to the rooms, but this door was just left unlocked- which didn’t feel safe at all, considering no staff stay there overnight! Hallways to rooms very dingy. Our room was number 8. Lock on room door was not very sturdy- gaps from doorframe and could wiggle the door! Room was ok, very dated, no storage. Loft hatch directly above the bed.. Bathroom was a bit grubby. We settled in for the evening. No signal on the tv. WiFi didn’t work where we were. The noise from the fans out the back were SO LOUD- even with the windows shut! Can’t bare to think how it is in the height of summer! Someone- either staff or living next door ( we couldn’t work it out) started blaring out Screamo music, to the volume we could hear every ‘word’ as clear as if it was in our room. And to add to that, they were constantly whistling along to it! This went on for hours, so as we’d done all we wanted to do in the day, we packed up and left late into the night. WILL NOT BE STAYING HERE AGAIN!

The correct postcode was in the satnav for mYminiBreak, yet it was still tricky to find! On the approach to the site and as you crest a small hill in the road, your eyes are immediately drawn to the right, where a big and vibrant sign is tied to a fence advertising holiday caravans. Pretty soon after passing this sign you realise you’ve driven too far, so you turn around and quite easily drive past the mYminiBreak site again. After turning around a second time and driving to the postcode, you might notice the mYminiBreak sign if you’re lucky. It is set back and behind another building and hard to spot from the approach! Parking and following signs on foot to the site office, I came upon a handwritten scrawl on a gate marked private. Loudly calling ‘hello’, Nigel pops his head out from behind a computer in a room to my immediate left, I thought this was just a storage room full of old and dusty computers, but apparently it was functioning as a reception area. NOT WELCOMING AT ALL AND CERTAINLY NOT A GOOD FIRST IMPRESSION! To make matters worse, my elderly mother had to use the broken breeze blocks to step up and gain access to the office. It was at this point my mother was having doubts about staying here at all. Nigel checked us in to our two stables/cabins and showed us around. Perfectly fine, but when he asked who we booked with and I told him *******, he pulled a face a face and said, ‘that’s unusual’, as if we were some form of lesser customer because we had used a genuine site where the accommodation is advertised. This is when I thought about telling Nigel to forget it and we’d find somewhere else to stay! The two rooms we were sleeping in were as advertised and in as perfect an order as you would expect, but over the next couple of days this appeared not to be the case! When it went dark it appeared the lighting in my room, ‘Pebbles’, was insufficient and poor, with the room not having a main light on the ceiling. The veranda outside hosted a table and two chairs for each of the four rooms, which is a great little touch, but not when the veranda isn’t covered from the rain, the cushions get wet and have then become mouldy! Furthermore there are wooden planters outside the cabins on the veranda. They had not been maintained, so what could have been an attractive addition to the cottages, was just an eyesore of plants in their plastic garden centre pots placed in the wooden surround. Simialrly, the hanging baskets had been planted in a slap dash manner and still contained the tags in them. In general this summed up the unkempt and lazily maintained holiday lets, as well as camping and glamping site, that is suffering from a serious lack of love! I noticed my bedside lamp had a crack in it and moved it to get a better look, that’s when it fell apart in my hand! The broken shards of China would be very dangerous if it was night time and you were barefoot, a perfectly reasonable thing to be while in bed and the broken shards ended up on t