The best part of our hotel, because it's sooooooooo completely bereft of any sort of staff after about ten thirty, is that we can "play" hotels ourselves.
Eric would absolutely love it and would probably make a much better job of it, single handedly, to be honest.
I can't tell you how much fun Darrell and I have had behind the desk, it's perhaps a good job there aren't any CCTV cameras!
When we say it's quiet, it really is quiet ........
...... and always totally empty, except for ourselves!
There's no carousing at the bar ......
....... no illicit skinny dipping in the pool, bombing, acrobatics or gymnastics, petting, shouting, pushing, running or ducking .......
....... no covert laying out of towels to ensure a choicely positioned sunbed at six o'clock in the morning ......
...... no cheeky Kpi Kpi of an afternoon to help cool down .......
...... or any other liquid refreshment other than what you actually bring in yourselves from the supermarket.
..... even the delicate flower arrangements look as if they want to be anywhere else but!.
The proudly framed 2014 certificates behind the reception show that this wasn't always the case......
..... as do the glowing testimonials in the two guest books of yore, George the manager as was, must have been the truly affable and consummate host, as they all mention and thank him for so many wonderful holiday experiences, all vowing to return as soon as they can.
The new management, who we have since learned, took over in October last year (after Darrell had booked this break I hasten to add), have a lot to live up to.
Where our fellow guests disappear off to, never to be seen again until the following day breakfast goodness only knows ........
What on earth are we like, if ever down?
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