We decided to spend the first night of our honeymoon (heading for Orkney) at the historic Crook Inn. It turned out hilarious.
The place was locked up for the night and a very disgruntled gentleman eventually opened the door. He then proceeded to treat us as if we were on a dirty night away! Which was embarrassing for us young-and-innocents! (We had actually booked our room and breakfast).
Just to convince him we were on honeymoon, we ‘accidentally’ dropped confetti in his wardrobe 🙂
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