Hopson Loft is what it is. It’s quirky, it’s characterful, it is whacky. The whole place is an old cotton gin and along with the Shack Up Inn offers you a cornucopia of rust and vintage. For a photographer like me it is a dream but for someone like my wife, who rightly expects cleanliness, it was a nightmare. There is virtually no personal contact. You let yourself in with the key safe and hang it back when you leave. The only reason we spoke to anyone was because our wash basin had no plug. I hope I am allowed to post photos.