“Yup, this is me Mr.”
E whose wallet paid for this holiday so this is my come back. Firstly, for a holiday let, we could not really find anything negative about the apartment nor did we want to. Nicely appointed and located smack on the seafront, and the owner had put in a few welcoming touches, such as a bottle of vino, biscuits, a bottle of milk for a needed cuppa, a butler and maid and blowup doll.... joking about the last three amigos :) Entry to the property was a bit fiddly piddly pressing a sequence of command buttons at the front door... shucks, no one appeared, but we soon got the hang of it, the wife before me but she is one smart one she is. Next the long corridor to No1 and the fiddly bit again, getting access to the apartment key from a wall safe, finding the key hole in the dim lit corridor... why oh why are holiday lets always dimly lit... we must have looked like crims trying to bust in. Once in, nice. The sea view looking out was all the therapy I needed to calm down after a 230mile drive with the sat nav playing silly buggers for the last mile or so.
Parking... not the best but managed to leave the family car diagonally out side the front entrance. The designated parking area is around the corner, up a narrow alley turn right into a gated parking lot. Not the best for an old codger with a stick lugging stuff. Suggest you join a gym, keep fit and have your doc check you out on a heart monitor and don't do it in the rain! I left the family wagon and horses parked diagonally at the front entrance, sod the inconvenience of the parking lot!
As far as I could tell there were no provision shops nearby and what appeared to be shops were closed and probably being converted to holiday lets. There was a take away... spied a sandwich on offer at nine quid... God knows what they charge for a SubWay filled loaf? The one pub that also did meals, and take aways only had a token dog friendly welcome (huh!) bewteen 3pm and 6pm, the grave yard hours when takings are slow and low... so my beloved well traveled little Yorkie gave me a look which said 'lets skip this joint and go up market where people are accommodating, follow my lead (pun)'.
Final verdict: nice chill out apartment, well appointed (had fun in the jaccuzzi bathtub retrieving my rubber duck from under the soap bubbles, yeah!) and enjoying the sea front. Would I go again? Erm, I want to see what else is on offer but recommended if you can deal with initial hasselments.
