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Louisa Orchard slowed as she approached The Moor’s Edge hotel but a quick glance at the car park at the side of it revealed that it was full. Since that was the case she kept on going until she found a space up the street from the hotel.
“Two hours and eleven minutes,” she said with satisfaction after a glance at the clock on the dashboard of her car. “And Google said it’d take almost three hours to get here.” She smiled, knowing that the difference between the projected journey time and how long it had actually taken her to get there lay in the fact that she didn’t always stick to the speed limit.
It only took her a minute to make her way back up the street to the hotel, where she discovered there was a genuine bell on the reception counter for summoning assistance, rather than a but
