Some welcomes are perfunctory, others contrived.
However at The George at Backwell, not removed from Bristol, they’re heat and real.
Maybe they thought we might by no means make it after we had telephoned to say {that a} burnt-out automotive meant tailbacks of six miles and, regardless that final orders for meals had been at 10pm, we had been unlikely to be there earlier than 10.30pm.
After we did lastly arrive, everybody congratulated us as if we had been Sir Ranulph Fiennes having simply negotiated the Sahara desert.
Cosy: The George at Backwell presents seven en-suite rooms – and even Banksy art-prints
What’s extra, there was a handwritten postcard in our room (written pre-telephone name) hoping we had a ‘nice journey down the M4, not at all times the nicest of routes’.
Then, sensing that we had constructed up a thirst, the younger man exhibiting us to our room requested there after which what we needed to drink so it might prepared for us on the bar.
I opted for a pint of native Butcombe Bitter. It is made with Mendip water and is as good an ale as you will discover wherever.
There are seven rooms. We favored our excessive bedhead and the free-standing oval tub, however for many who insist on contemporary air, it is a non-starter with the A370 in full throttle from early within the morning.
You are going to discover me, out within the nation: The George sits amid pristine Somerset surroundings
We additionally could not see the humorous aspect of the Banksy print hanging close to the mattress — the one of many guardsman relieving himself towards a brick wall.
At breakfast, we received speaking to a few who repeatedly cease right here en path to the West Nation.
And there you will have it. That is someplace you keep when occurring some other place — with not a lot to fault except an open window is excessive in your listing of necessities.
