For most of us who visit a Travelodge, it is a fleeting pleasure. Park the car, go to bed and get away as early as possible in the morning.
But for David and Jean Davidson, it is home.
They arrived in 1985, and enjoyed it so much that they never left.
“There is always something going on outside our window,” said Mr Davidson, 79, a former Royal Navy sailor and war veteran, in the couple’s room beside the A1.
“Our room looks out to the car park and a busy slip road where lorries pass by throughout the night.
“We have everything we need here – and the staff are like family now. We only have to walk across the car park for meals.
“There is just no reason why we’d want to go home.”
The couple’s love affair with the Travelodge began 22 years ago when they stopped in Newark, Nottinghamshire, during a visit to see a sick aunt.
When she died four months later they packed their bags, locked up their one-bedroom flat in Sheffield and moved into the roadside hotel.