As a busy freelancer, I was looking forward to staying at this period property to work in a different setting. Unfortunately, my room was in the 'cell block' to the rear. A modern, yet very dated, quadrangle of tiny outside rooms. Upon entry, I was greeted with the sound of the neighbour’s TV through the paper-thin walls, replaced in the night with the sound of him snoring and urinating. After running a sink of water to freshen up, I discovered (via my wet socks) that the sink leaked all over the bathroom floor via the overflow or waste. The shower screen lacked a bottom seal, which later added to the flooding. After a sleepless night, I was ‘treated’ to the most basic of English breakfasts (you even get 1 less sausage than in the photo!). Upon returning to my room/cell to continue working, a tradesman commenced external maintenance to the rooms (before 9am). This involved electric drilling, hammering and the hacking up and spitting of phlegm. Other auditory treats in my room (7), which backed onto the kitchen, included staff chatter, constant doorbell chimes and kitchen water/mop buckets continually being drained right outside the room door. So much for the peaceful work break! I complained upon checking out. The new owner told me other local places were even worse (and that he knows because he owns them) and that I should have asked for a better room. No, you should have given me a better room and it’s not ok to charge £40 for those cells.