It has the look of the house from Amityville when you drive up the winding path and see this building sat there, inside has exposed copper pipes, creeking floorboards and a boiler system that sounds like something from the Evil Dead when it springs to life.

The owners have just laid fresh carpet, is that to hide the blood stains in the floorboards we wonder?

Breakfast, a thimble of fruit with yoghurt and oat flakes, followed by the worst French Toast ever (two soggy bits of bread stuck together with ricotta cheese in the middle, then shown the frying pan for 10 seconds, yuck).

Of all the beautiful B&Bs around Mrs Fogg booked us into Amityville, the house on the hill, complete with the banjo player from Deliverance (as can be seen from the previous Blog).

Geunberg Haus, nuff said.