One too many mornings

Since my flight was cancelled along with a lot of other flights I’ve got a hotel near Gatwick called Langshott Manor. It is absoltely gorgeous old hunting lodge or squires house dating back to Elizabethan times. Sure beats Holiday Inn.
The room I’ve got here at the Langshott is massive. About the size of my living room and the bathroom has a huge bath and double sinks all doen in pink marble. There are exposed oak beams and traditional furniture and oak panelling all round the room. I wish my camera worked but it is eating batteries like anything. I’ll need to get one that can be recharged.
I’ll have a hot bath and cooked breakfast this morning then head up to London for a bit of sight seeing. I’ve never been to St Paul’s so that is first on the agenda, and then of to Dulwish to see the Suttons in the afternoon.

Aaaahhh

Just took that hot bath. Wow. That was really hot. Got the works, bubble bath, exfoliating soap and body lotion. I might as well treat myself .

Now for that beakfast.

Breakfast at Langshot was beautiful as one would expect from a hotel that in the ten years or so that is has been operating has won the RAC gold ribband seven times. They smoke their own salmon here so I gave that a try. It had a beautiful flavour and freshness missing from even the most expensive shop bought stuff. There was a strange couple at the table next to me. A Slavic girl in her late twenties and a much older American gentleman, Sugar Daddy I love you