Let’s talk about where this place actually is, because maps can lie. The hotel sits right on the edge of Goodrington Sands, which is the quieter, sunnier cousin of Paignton’s main beach. You’re literally a two-minute walk from the sand—no, I’m not exaggerating.
And here’s the kicker: South West Coast Path starts right there. So if you’re the type who wants a morning jog followed by a pasty (no judgment), you’ve hit the jackpot. The train station is also close enough to hear the whistle, but not close enough to ruin your kip.
The rooms: small, but smartly sassy
Look, you’re not coming to Paignton for a penthouse. The rooms are classic Premier Inn—spotless, with that famous Hypnos bed that makes you forget you’re sharing a wall with a snorer. (You know the one—it’s like sleeping on a cloud that also does your laundry.)
My room had a sea view, which means I woke up to the tide rolling in, not the sound of a bin lorry. The blinds are blackout-grade, so even if the sun rises at 4:30 AM (like it does in Devon, because why not?), you can pretend it’s midnight. Bonus: the bathroom has a shower that actually stays hot for more than a minute—a miracle in hotel terms.
