First off, the name is hilariously specific. It’s like the hotel is apologising for existing: “Sorry, yes, we’re near the M56, junction 6, on Runger Lane. North. Not south. Definitely north.”
You’ll find it tucked away, but that’s its secret superpower. It’s close enough to the airport to hear the faint hum of planes, but far enough that you won’t be woken by a baggage cart crashing into your window at 4am.
If you’re driving, you’ll love that it’s right off the motorway. If you’re not? Well, you’ll need a taxi, but it’s a quick hop. Pro tip: don’t try to walk it with suitcases unless you enjoy impersonating a confused penguin.
The Room: A Sanctuary of Snore
Walking into the room is like getting a hug from a very business-savvy friend. It’s clean, it’s crisp, and it smells like… nothing. Which is a huge win in hotel terms.
The bed is the star of the show. It’s that perfect balance of firm and squishy that makes you forget you have to catch a flight at 6am. The pillows? They’re like little clouds that don’t give you neck pain. Magic.
There’s also a massive telly with Freeview. I spent twenty minutes watching a documentary about cheese while wondering if the airport’s scrambled eggs would compare. Spoiler: they won’t.
