Booked a Spa break for my partners birthday, after several emails to clarify what time the spa facilities could be used from (Website says 3pm…which is late for a spa) we arrived around 11 to drop bags and then head to the spa. Reception was unmanned with 3 couples waiting to check in (This didn’t surprise me as when I rang several times, no answer- hence the emails) eventually checked in and headed to the spa. Staff there were helpful and polite, the spa was relaxing and we had a lovely massage (this was the best part of the stay!) We headed to our room (311) around 4pm, which was in the bowels of the hotel. Along a long corridor and then down some stairs, which wasn’t easy navigating with cases. The room was like a 1970s motel, with dated old-fashioned furniture and a bathroom that gave me ‘serial killer’ vibes. The tv had a unique split screen feature – which was run from an internet connection, I’m guessing it used ‘dial up internet’ (if you are under 40 – google this…!) Had a hot shower (couldn’t face a bath) and then used the hairdryer, which sounded like it was about to take off and clearly not fit for purpose. Rang reception and this was exchanged by a lovely polite member of staff, so hair trauma was averted. Decided that we would head to the bar before dinner for a few drinks, the bar staff seemed not in any hurry to serve the few people waiting and there were dirty glasses at several tables. We found a seat and took in the surroundings…imagine ‘Old Folks Home’ vibes…minus the smell of urine…and you have it. Dinner was a set menu, choice of 3 starters and 3 mains and puddings. Again, there seemed no order or organisation to the service, staff seemed to not know who had ordered what or when, no side plates and basic hospitality going amiss. Dinner was reasonable, but nothing like it was advertised. The highlight was a waiter dropping 2 large glasses of red wine over a couple nearby, that summed the evening up! We moved back to the bar area, to be greeted by the glasses we left an hour and a half before and a couple of others that had been added. The waitress stood at the end of the bar, in front of a pile of dirty glasses moaning about work and then left and left the barman to clear up. To say we had a good night’s sleep, would be far from the truth. The beds are 2 singles pushed together and we spent the night wedged in the ravine. The fact that the drunken frat boy golfers next door in room 312 (GCW’s… google it) came back at 12:30am worse for wear and proceeded to argue and shout at each other, swearing and slamming doors, didn’t help. I rang reception for someone to come and have a word, but no answer…so I went and banged on their door and politely told them to STFU. After an hour they must have passed out and all went quiet. Breakfast was again a ‘sort yourself’ affair. No one to take our room number or show us to a table, so we sorted ourselves to the mediocre buffet and coffee from a flask and left swiftly. A walk around the grou