Mr Lunn
July 2020
The property was full of potential and yet it missed the mark completely.. Covid-19 was a golden opportunity to showcase what you have to a new market - folks who always holiday abroad. This was the chance to suggest that perhaps a UK holiday can be just as good and no effort was made to seize that chance. The en-suite bathroom showed how little care and thought had been put into this place. There was no hot water in the shower, the lock on the door was broken, there was no shelf in the shower so if you were prepared to have a cold one, there was nowhere to rest your soap or shampoo. There was a charging point for razors and toothbrushes but no shelf on which to rest a razor or toothbrush (or soap, or deodorant, or shaving gel or anything else one might put in a bathroom). There was no toilet roll holder and (seriously) the toilet was in the wrong place. Whoever designed the bathroom failed to take into account that the towel rail would protrude from the wall and so the positioning of the toilet needed to be from the edge of the towel rail rather than from the wall. The result is that you practically sit on the towel rail to use the toilet. A hook on the bathroom door would also have been very welcome.
The main bathroom was much better but still no toilet roll holder and a hook on the door for bathrobes would be good.
The double bed was the worst part. A cheap mattress on a cheap frame which basically dared you to try to sleep. We took on the challenge and lost. You can get away with a short size double if and only if there is no bar at the foot of the bed. This means that your feet can dangle over the end. If you put metal bars on the end then that size of bed will really only work for people who are in no way tall. The frames of the bunk beds were cheap too. Everything was squeaky and if anyone in any bed turned in the night, anyone sharing the room would know about it.
The resort itself is another seriously missed opportunity. Aside from the pharmacy, there isn’t a single shop onsite. You need a car to buy so much as a pint of milk or a loaf of bread. The fridge isn’t big enough to take a week’s shopping so the net result is that you drive to town each day to buy basic essentials. There is nowhere to buy a bucket and spade or a postcard, you can’t even buy an ice cream on the beach. It really feels as if there is an aversion to making money here. I arrived with plenty of cash and a willingness to spend it and the overwhelming impression I received was “having fleeced you something chronic with the quality of the apartment, we couldn’t possibly give you anything else to spend money on.” The one exception to this was a rather ropey tennis court which (I kid thee not) cost £10 per hour! You don’t pay that much for a decent court never mind a ropey one. Then they had lines of people waiting to go into the swimming pool actually on the court while you are playing. If two adults who know how to hit the ball were playing, someone could have been seriously hurt.
I would (genuinely) not return if you paid me. After a week without sleep, I’m just glad to be home.