Wild Boar Hotel
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- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
- Room service
- Business Services
TripAdvisor Reviews Wild Boar Hotel Tarporley
Travel Blogs from Tarporley
... if honest, not that good on a gloomy day), the sea itself with a large beach, plus a host of other attractions too. It did deliver on some of these!
Our hotel was less than ten minutes walk from the railway station and about the same distance to the promenade area. Opposite the hotel was the Olive Tree Café and having arrived in time for lunch we thought it worth a go - the food portions were very generous, so much so that there was ...
... Cilla Black but last night at the restaurant at our hotel we had a lovely young lady, Abbie, as our waitress. She had a delightful accent but we could not understand a lot of what she was saying so Chris had to ask her to repeat herself on several occasions. She took it all with good humour and said she couldn’t work out if we were New Zealanders of Australians because we all sound alike. We told her that we were Tasmanians - a different breed altogether.
... heading in to take in the pregame atmosphere and soak up all I could of game day. The pregame rendition of You'll Never Walk Alone was even better than I had imagined and left me truly speechless. The game itself was a bit like Liverpool's season so far - promised much but at the last touch failed to deliver. It looked like Liverpool had snagged a winner in the 77th minute before ...
... booking details but then no one could read it because it was all in English writing which we hadn't even thought of! Was really weird there was loads of Chinese people trying to help us but they couldn't read it! Then one guy was shouting at another, think he was saying just take us but the guy really didn't want to and seemed like he was getting really angry so we didn't want to be lost in China with no one speaking English. The same guy tried to ring the hotel but ...
... I thought Bridgend was. I soon discovered that I was totally in the wrong direction and asked a lady waiting at the bus stop for help. She wasn't sure of her directions but I followed them anyway, for about 10 minutes, uphill of course. I soon realised that I wouldn't find it and that I had sent Bryan off in the wrong direction too so thought it would be best to go back to where we had agreed to meet and, thank goodness, he was there. ...