What at first seemed a clean, quiet hotel in beautiful Scottish countryside led to us being chased out of the village in the middle of the night with a drunken, surly owner and a cackling crowd of locals baying for blood. I kid you not.

After just completing a 14-day cycling trip from Land's End to John O'Groats we were relishing the idea of night in a peaceful location. How wrong we were. At 9pm the band started up and were still going strong, and louder still, at 12.45am with no sign of stopping. It was so loud the bed was vibrating to the thump of the bass and the drums and that was in the back of the hotel supposedly away from the noise.

When we asked the owner/manager (humiliating ourselves by going into the crowded bar in our pyjamas) when the music was going to stop he drunkenly mumbled '2am', then laughingly corrected himself to say '2 minutes' and seemed quite amused that we were obviously upset about the noise. After 10 minutes we decided that £66 was too much money to spend listening to middle aged men attempting abject covers of REM songs and enjoying the sound of their guitars a little too much so we made a run for our van. As we left the building it became obvious that the manager/owner/drunken pig had informed the entire audience that we were unhappy and they took great pleasure heckling us as we made our escape.

We ended up sleeping contorted across the confines of our van at 4am in the middle of a car park on the M6, but it still beat the horror of the Coach House. If you are stupid enough to give the buffoon of a manager your money then good luck. Keep your car keys handy and be prepared to run. Utter misery.