One irritation of a hotel stay is having to crawl out of bed to turn off the master switch by the door then stumble back in darkness - a hazard of increasingly sophisticated but unfathomable lighting systems.
If only I had clocked the "sleep" button which dims all the lights from a bedside console when I was shown to my room, my stay would have been pretty well perfect.
There are 600 acres of land surrounding this remote but very stately home in St Laois. Parked by its lake are bikes and golf buggies but the best way to look around is by pony and trap. The driver, Lionel, points out the estate’s parish church, various follies, such as the viewing tower built to create jobs during the potato famine, the grottos and hidden gardens.
In the heart of the New Forest, all picture-postcard villages, thatched cottages and wild ponies, stands Elmers Court. Its Scottish heritage is seen in the décor - baronial-style wood panelling, tartan carpets and hangings.
I had just turned into the side street from Dublin’s famous Grafton Street to the Westbury when I saw it. I instantly recognised the life size statue of Dublin-bred Phil Lynott. I was still humming “The Boys are Back in town” when I got to the reception desk on the first floor. “A fan of Thin Lizzy are you?” asked Eddie, the concierge in a charming Irish lilt.