Ivy Guest House

As Bette Davis might say: «What. A. Dump.» Unclean, poorly managed, and not ideally located.

You don’t really get the same feel for a hotel or guest house as you do when shacked up there for almost a month relocating to Edinburgh.
Coming up from the south coast, when we first rocked up to the Ivy Guest House it didn’t look like much, a simple building with a small front garden, though granted it did have a neat basket/​bush creation taking up most of it. While around the back is a narrow alleyway leading to the rear car park which again was small, with probably room for 2 cars aside from the owner’s. However, the inside was a distinct contrast, a spacious interior built around a circular stair well. Which I got to appreciate for all of a minute before lugging the girlfriend’s suitcase to our room on the first floor.
The room was also quite large, having a double and single bed inside with plenty of storage space for our stuff. An adjoining bathroom and pretty decent wifi access completed the whole ensemble, and it turns out that’s plenty to get by with.
The landlord was pretty friendly and helpful, we organised a little cleaning notice system as we were there for such a long time and he was quite accommodating. He also tried to help out with our relocation by asking round with landlords he knew to find out what might be available for us to rent, which was much appreciated.
Definitely worth considering, as it’s a cheap and cheerful guest house not too far from the city centre (about a 35−40min walk), there’s also a whole wall of tourism leaflets and guides as you go in the front door, which we raided quite thoroughly for things to do while we’re here.