A big group of us stayed overnight for a dinner at a university awards night. We had all booked individual rooms, but - awkwardly - the hotel had suffered a water leak that effected several rooms and asked most of my colleagues to share rooms, while leaving me a room the size of a football pitch with two double beds. (They reimbursed us for the cancelled rooms.] So, the large football pitch? It had most of the usual features, a nice bath tub, a hi-tech Dyson hair dryer, but no mini fridge for my Diet Coke. I don't need anything to be pre-installed in the minibar, but it is useful to have somewhere to chill your supermarket beverages! The bed was super-comfy; I am sure that the other one was too! The route to the room reflects the scale and idiosyncrasies of an old stately home. I had to ride an elevator from the reception to the 3rd floor, walk through a bar, then get another elevator back to the 1st floor and hike along a corridor to my room. On the plus side, some of my younger and rowdier colleagues were still partying at the awards ceremony at 05:30, while I was fast asleep in blissful silence - miles away - by midnight.