Firstly, the staff member who I met whilst checking in was very polite, informative and kindly showed me to my room and carried my suitcase. The 'hotel' is in a nice position near the seafront on an attractive square in which Vincent Van Gogh once lived! Breakfast was ok. Not the best, but not the worst either. Helpful to have a mini fridge in my room too to store milk and drinks.
Unfortunately the 'hotel', which it really isn't, hostel would be a better description, is in serious need of renovation. Whilst some attempt has been made to 'freshen it up' in recent years, i.e paper over the cracks, slap some white paint over plus some dodgy DIY bathroom fitting, it has been badly done and needs a proper overhaul. I was given room 10 in the attic, up a tight little spiral staircase. It was advertised as having a private bathroom, but I wasn't expecting it to be separate from the room, back down the stairs to some grubby little hole! The bedroom was covered in dated artex which had white paint roughly slapped over. The furniture was the cheapest you could buy and there were electric cables trailing everywhere! But the most frustrating thing was the windows didn't shut properly and the wind and rain whistled through all night and I didn't sleep well. The funniest thing was that I noticed the hotel had a framed 'commended' award given by the council proudly hanging on the wall by reception. It was dated November 1991! Says it all! Hopefully this place gets the TLC it needs one day.