Quite a dark place with VERY large and gloomy paintings dominating the room. We had the front room with private access to the street which is quiet. There was nowhere to unpack our cases, the wardrobe was full of rolls of bedding and when I pulled open a drawer in the chest they were all full of feminine underwear! It was the same in the ensuite bathroom, the cabinet over the basin was full of half used toiletries which also occupied the windowsills. As the owner was obviously sleeping on a folding bed in one of the other rooms we got the impression that she had hurriedly vacated our room to make way for us.She is such a nice and engaging woman that I am sorry to be saying all this but the truth will out I am afraid. After the first breakfast I learnt not to ask for scrambled eggs as they are done in the microwave with added milk so arrive looking like an pale blancmange. The second day I had fried egg and bacon. The bacon was cremated and the egg is broken on top and then microwaved!!! Her profession is really a counsellor and I get the impression that she has the B&B running because she likes the company. Never again.