Cheap hotels London are sought after by visitors to England from the colonies. For people brought up in colonial houses with their large rooms overlooking fields the English rooms might seem cramped and choked with furniture. Private homes and hotels alike seem to be designed for people who keep their arms close to their sides.
A large number of people and houses have to be fitted into a city the size of London. Space has been at a premium for many years and bedrooms might be two meters wide and three meters long. This might be satisfactory for Londoners but visitors from the Pampas might feel that they have to edge gingerly around the bed in a room that size in kings cross hotels.
As cold winter weather sets in it becomes more apparent to visitors why room dimensions are kept snug in England. Grey skies and showers of cold rain turn people indoors and then they are grateful for the compact rooms that are easy to heat. What might have seemed cramped in summer becomes cosy in winter.
The last few red buses were heading home when a small bus disgorged its passengers in the early hours of one morning. Arrangements had been changed at the last moment and a man found himself with a prospect of paying for a whole nights accommodation when there were only a few hours left. He decided to walk about for a few hours so that he could book a hotel room from the start of the following day.
He remembered that William Wordsworth had been in a similar predicament some years back and had ended up writing a poem on Westminster Bridge. He set off for the same spot. The streets were almost deserted except for the odd body, wrapped in blankets and lying motionless beside a warm air vent. Once again, the mighty heart was lying still.
The charm of reminiscing on romantic poetry was soon blighted by the cold. He headed for some underground railway stations hoping to find warm air blowing through a vent, but in vain. The stations had iron gates firmly locked to keep people like him out. The prospect of a shelter for the homeless flitted through his mind momentarily but disappeared in a flash. He understood the value of freedom and independence that the street sleepers were clutching so firmly.
In retrospect this became one of the man's most memorable experiences of London, frozen permanently into his life experiences. However, as pale sunlight began to lighten the streets he looked about for a cosy hotel with all the passion of a deprived person seeking to end privation. The people who had slept rough remained motionless, as if frozen forever. He regretted the folly of not booking ahead of time.
As soon as possible the man slipped into an Internet shop and began searching avidly for cheap hotels London. Soon he was in a small by reasonable and cosy room with soft bedding that welcomed him into its arms. He slipped into one of the most peaceful sleeps of his life, secure in the knowledge that he would wake in a warm environment with facilities to wash, dress and sally out afresh into one of the most fascinating cities in the world.
A large number of people and houses have to be fitted into a city the size of London. Space has been at a premium for many years and bedrooms might be two meters wide and three meters long. This might be satisfactory for Londoners but visitors from the Pampas might feel that they have to edge gingerly around the bed in a room that size in kings cross hotels.
As cold winter weather sets in it becomes more apparent to visitors why room dimensions are kept snug in England. Grey skies and showers of cold rain turn people indoors and then they are grateful for the compact rooms that are easy to heat. What might have seemed cramped in summer becomes cosy in winter.
The last few red buses were heading home when a small bus disgorged its passengers in the early hours of one morning. Arrangements had been changed at the last moment and a man found himself with a prospect of paying for a whole nights accommodation when there were only a few hours left. He decided to walk about for a few hours so that he could book a hotel room from the start of the following day.
He remembered that William Wordsworth had been in a similar predicament some years back and had ended up writing a poem on Westminster Bridge. He set off for the same spot. The streets were almost deserted except for the odd body, wrapped in blankets and lying motionless beside a warm air vent. Once again, the mighty heart was lying still.
The charm of reminiscing on romantic poetry was soon blighted by the cold. He headed for some underground railway stations hoping to find warm air blowing through a vent, but in vain. The stations had iron gates firmly locked to keep people like him out. The prospect of a shelter for the homeless flitted through his mind momentarily but disappeared in a flash. He understood the value of freedom and independence that the street sleepers were clutching so firmly.
In retrospect this became one of the man's most memorable experiences of London, frozen permanently into his life experiences. However, as pale sunlight began to lighten the streets he looked about for a cosy hotel with all the passion of a deprived person seeking to end privation. The people who had slept rough remained motionless, as if frozen forever. He regretted the folly of not booking ahead of time.
As soon as possible the man slipped into an Internet shop and began searching avidly for cheap hotels London. Soon he was in a small by reasonable and cosy room with soft bedding that welcomed him into its arms. He slipped into one of the most peaceful sleeps of his life, secure in the knowledge that he would wake in a warm environment with facilities to wash, dress and sally out afresh into one of the most fascinating cities in the world.
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