The Lavenders

Unfortunately, my stay was very stressful due to a serious issue with the bathroom ventilation/extraction system, which was making continuous loud noise throughout the stay. It was extremely disturbing and made it very difficult to relax or sleep properly. I contacted the host immediately, but the response was disappointing. I was only told that they would “look into it tomorrow morning,” despite the fact that my booking was for just one night. This meant there was effectively no solution offered during my stay. I expected a comfortable and peaceful environment, but instead experienced frustration, discomfort, and lack of proper support from the host. I hope this issue is resolved for future guests.

Unfortunately, my stay was very stressful due to a serious issue with the bathroom ventilation/extraction system, which was making continuous loud noise throughout the stay. It was extremely disturbing and made it very difficult to relax or sleep properly. I contacted the host immediately, but the response was disappointing. I was only told that they would “look into it tomorrow morning,” despite the fact that my booking was for just one night. This meant there was effectively no solution offered during my stay. I expected a comfortable and peaceful environment, but instead experienced frustration, discomfort, and lack of proper support from the host. I hope this issue is resolved for future guests.

Very clean and comfortable

The property was difficult to find and the doors were difficult to operate and open took me a few times to get in.

Cleaning

All good

Clean and quiet

Really need to update the TVs - very basic entertainment channels and kit

I liked that the room was tidy, comfortable and the location ideal, very close to the station and town center.

When you enter the house there is a lingering smell of food. Unfortunately other guest were very loud, even after the quiet times and you could hear them when youre inside your room. I had an issue with the automatic light of the bathroom turning on and off without me going into the room, eventually it got sorted on its self. Also the window curtain was ripped which took away the nice bits of the room. Unfortunately when I reported these issues to the WhatsApp number, i got no response or acknowledgment of the issue, so it made me feel like they did not really care about the people staying there, so long as there is still people staying there.

A Hint of Promise The room was mine, ensuite and neat, A quiet space, a private seat. The price was kind, the budget spared, And city sights were close and shared. So much potential, hiding there, If only hosts would truly care. A touch of pride, a cleaner hand, Could lift this stay to something grand. For now, it's rough, but not beyond— A little effort could build a bond. Fix what’s broken, calm the noise— And turn regret to guestly joys.

No sign, no name, just walls so bare, Not a single clue I was even there. “The Lavenders”? A ghost in name— No welcome smile, no host to claim. The cleaners came like storms at dawn, With coughs and yawns that lingered on. A chorus of sneezes, spits, and snorts— Their “cleaning” felt like harsh retorts. The kitchen wore a coat of grime, Like it hadn’t seen care in quite some time. And strangers roamed with brazen cheer— Did they even belong here? They cursed, they drank, they banged their tunes, Their voices echoed through the rooms. Weed smoke crept beneath my door, My room felt like a nightclub floor. Sleep? A myth. Peace? A joke. Walls so thin, every word broke. And through it all, not once was heard— A helpful host, a calming word. So here's my tale, my honest say: Avoid this place. Look far away. 🎤 Rap Version: “Where the Lavenders At?” Yo, I pulled up to the spot, map said I was near, But no signs, no name—what we doin’ here? No Lavenders glow, no branding in sight, Just cold walls, dark halls, no host in the night. Tried to reach out, hit the host with a ping, But silence spoke louder than anything. Cleaning crew wild, stompin' like a parade, Coughin', sneezin', spittin'—yo, I felt played. Kitchen? Dirty. Looked like it gave up. No soap, no shine, just grime in the cup. And who were those folks makin' all that sound? Bangin’ on tables, passin’ bottles around. Loud as a club, weed smell in the air, Couldn't sleep a wink, man—life ain't fair. Walls paper-thin, every word got through, Like I booked a room in a zoo, not a view. So if you rollin' through, don’t book this trap, Trust my vibe—ain’t no comfort in that. Call it Lavenders? Nah, more like a scam, Next time I’m searchin’, I’m hittin’ “no thanks” on that jam.