Scarborough, Granville Lodge Hotel

OMG! It's continental; in fact, I’m not even sure you could describe it as that; toast, cereal, or croissants and brioche still in the cellophane packet... not a sliver of prosciutto in sight let alone a Walls pork banger or fried egg. Seriously, folks, no animals were harmed in the making of this breakfast! So if you’re like me and you need a shot of cholesterol to kick off a day’s holidaying, beware, because the Granville advertise a ‘breakfast’ without further definition. This is the third time we’ve stayed at the Granville and the second time in room 16, and on each of those occasions it has been under a new management, not much else seems to have changed. We still had the chair with a broken leg which we had to keep straightening; the damp patch on the ceiling was still there; and our old friend Mr. Mould continued to creep his way along the base of the shower screen unabated. Ah, one other thing, ladies, it didn’t have a hairdryer, so make sure you take one if you need to. All in all, I could have lived with the bugbears had it not been described as a ‘deluxe room’ at an extra charge. I think we might pay for an extra star or two next time.