Cynical old hack that I undoubtedly am, I suppose that, to be fair to all, I should nail my colours to the mast at the very outset and confess that I’m always suspicious of on-line reviews that rave about hotels, their restaurants and their special weekend, getaway, romantic breaks. Let’s face it, it’s all too easy for Uncle Fred and Aunty Gerty to pen them!
But, dear reader, be advised, that this is definitely not the case with the comments that follow. The Old Bridge at Huntingdon is, to borrow a well-known phrase or saying, simply the best. The accommodation is undoubtedly unique, the food and wine outstanding (the big boss is, after all, a Master of Wine), the service is delivered by people who genuinely seem to care (special commendation for Gus and a delightful young Polish lady called Bea), and the hotel has a general manager (they call her Nina) who actually likes to meet and chat to her guests. From the oversize scones they serve at afternoon tea to the fluffy white bathrobes, everything at the Old Bridge is just great. I actually asked Nina if I could marry whoever produced the sticky toffee pudding but she said that she didn’t think he would like that (my missus wasn’t too happy either). So, even if Huntingdon cannot lay claim to being a honeypot tourist attraction (and let’s face it, whoever approved that ring road should be shot), I’d advise anyone to go the town if only to try out the Old Bridge.
Ron Eyley (and Anne), Chesterfield, Derbys.
PS For all fellow cynics out there, I wasn’t paid to write this piece, either in cash or kind. I (sorry, we) just happen to think that the Old Bridge is definitely worth a big pat on the back.






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