Mrs Scape and I chose a nice B&B near Bamburgh. It was a typical Georgian gentleman’s residence, very much still in character with high ceilings, antique furniture, sash windows etc. The couple that owned it were delightful, he was a solicitor in Newcastle, nearing retirement, with a love of good food (the breakfasts were simply incredible) and decent Malt (introduced me to Bruichladdich). We thoroughly enjoyed our stay and decided to add a Tripadvisor review. Of the top ten reviews four were negative. Intrigued I opened them up and spent a happy few minutes chortling at the pointless ****-wits complaining that the furniture in the lounge wasn’t matching, they’d spotted a patch of frayed carpet in the dining room, there wasn’t a lock on the bedroom door, there wasn’t any double-glazing, and they didn’t like the smell of kippers at breakfast. 😀