Better than an Alarm Clock

Turns out staying in the oldest coaching inn in Chester has unexpected benefits. For example, we no longer require alarm clocks. Between 6:30 and 7:00 each morning we can count on a variety of dulcet urban sounds waking us. Garbage trucks gather trash (a task they begin early, but seem incapable of completing in a timely manner). Beer delivery trucks appear and unload giant metal kegs onto the cobble stones (a perfectly charming noise early in the morning). And the bonus round is when the guy with the chain saw wandered around outside our windows. Okay, okay, it was probably a leaf blower, but it sounded just like a chain saw. If there were large redwoods in the vicinity of our inn, this sound would not have been as disturbing as it was.