We're at this lovely Victorian place. I love the big rooms, the bare polished floor boards, the way people talk to you, are happy that you've got children. The first I noticed of this little girl was her feet flying past the window as she was practising her cartwheels. Granddaughter and little girl made friends being in same year at school.
Youth hostels have changed. They provide sheets for your bed so you don't have to take your sleeping bag like you used to. This one offers an evening meal and breakfast, English or continental. Continental is affordable and filling: muesli, cereal, jam, butter, toast, white rolls, croissant, pain au chocolat, cheese, ham, yoghurt, boiled egg. No-one has asked me to sweep the floor, but you do have to clear your washing up, and you have clear your place, sort your cutlery and crockery into piles, and scrape your plates.
This hostel has a TV room and a quiet room with lots of books and magazines, and sofas with enough good light to read by. It's peaceful with deep blue on the wall and sofa covers, brightened by deep red cushions. But don't bring in alcohol. Not allowed.
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