on July 21, 2004Problem the Second: The open windows faced the train tracks. Every few minutes the Midland Zephyr would fly through sending one absolutely bold upright in bed! Then after midnight the "THUMPIDA-THUMPIDA" machine went ever so slowly back and forth, back and forth under our window, packing the gravel on the roadbed I guessed.
Problem the Third: Laundry, no facilities but "you might have them done at the laundry down the street'. After some cajoling the manager, a snidly type of fellow, aggreed to drop them off and pick them up.
Problem the Fourth: Our laundry never came back and we were frantic for some clean knickers. "Oh, the laundry isn't open on Sunday." So as we checked out on Monday we were handed our laundry in a plastic shopping bag along with an astronomical charge.
Beware of this place unless you are a business guest. They seemed to get all the attention and perks. Couldn't help but feel the causual tourist was persona don grata here.
Named for the house and bridge next door that is now the train station. I think the name is a stretch.
