Gayton B&B

The host made me feel unsafe and deeply uncomfortable, and I left really upset. When we arrived, he opened the door but just stood there while we struggled with heavy bags in the porch. He didn’t tell us his name or invite us in, and we had to squeeze past him. After our long journey I couldn’t relax. He made us sit for ages filling in breakfast choices and having what felt like a pointless chat. He insulted my music taste because he didn’t know the artists and criticized me for being vegan. He also made misogynistic comments about liking my boyfriend, even though my boyfriend hadn’t said anything, simply because he’s a man and eats meat. Later, while I was having a heated argument with my boyfriend, the owner knocked and came up to me angrily and intimidatingly, telling me not to argue in his house but to do it on the street. He said not to speak while he was speaking and acted as though he was teaching me a lesson and I was at fault. I kept explaining that my boyfriend had started the argument and I couldn’t leave because I was changing, while he continued provoking me. The owner got in my face and was extremely rude, blamed me, and had no business getting involved. I asked to leave because I no longer wanted to stay, but he said I wouldn’t leave and would pay him, even though we’d only just entered the room. He also said we were keeping the room, as if he gets any bookings. The room was dirty and shabby. Photos show black mould in the bedroom and bathroom, and the pillow and table were covered in crumbs, though that’s hard to make out in the pictures. The wardrobe and drawers were grubby and full of belongings, leaving no clean space for my things. There were no plugs. The bedroom was very dated and the bedding worn, probably used many times. Saying it was his daughter’s old bedroom didn’t make it appealing. The kettle left limescale in my tea. There was a dead fly in the bathroom, and we weren’t allowed to use the bath with no explanation. The overhead shower didn’t work, and the shower unit moved around instead of staying in place. Breakfast made my boyfriend and me feel ill. The only options were tomato, beans, mushrooms, hash browns, and toast. I’d asked a month ahead about additions and bought my own food from the shop. He seemed surprised when I asked for vegan butter. I couldn’t drink the orange juice, which I assume was from concentrate. He doesn’t answer messages or calls. The place was conveniently close to the concert venue, but we left before the second night and paid double for somewhere farther away because I couldn’t sleep in that house.