Hotels Near Southall Community College (West London College) in Southall

Reasonably close from Heathrow airport, in the Indian part of the town. Was too jet lagged to look around but there appeared to be some shops around. About 700-800m from the nearest train station. Budget hotel with basic services.

Place was clean. Hopefully they can have toilets and wash room for every floor. But staff are helpful and accommodating. Location is easy to locate just that it’s a busy one and can’t really help to be noisy

The price of this hotel is not high, which is the only reason why I rashly decided to live here. It is actually a homestay, not far from Heathrow Airport. A taxi is about 35 pounds. But later found that there is also a bus to the airport nearby. I didn't expect to have such a hygienic room in the UK. It felt like no one had lived in it for a while. Some stains on the sheets made me feel very uncomfortable. It took me half a day to find my reservation and check out At that time, no one could be found, so I had to leave the key in the room and leave. Downstairs has a strange smell, and there are broken furniture everywhere, as if it is under/to be renovated. There is a kettle in the room, which is full of scale and rust. It should have been unused for a long time. There is a small park and a dilapidated small bridge in the nearby small village, which has a sense of age.

Everything supper its great location .

Very friendly couple even offered me a portion of their dinner. Comfortable room with big tv. The host went out of his way to ensure he met all my needs and also provided privacy I needed to compete my work on computer.

Review of the Rosemay Hotel, London – 10/10 By Matthew Huxley Forrest As a writer of fiction, non-fiction, screenplays, series, and documentaries—and someone named Huxley after Aldous himself, a friend and counterpart to George Orwell—it was nothing short of synchronicity to find myself staying in Orwell’s very own room. The Rosemay Hotel is not just a boutique escape—it is a living, breathing act of reverence. From the moment I arrived, I felt immersed in detail, not decoration. The chandelier reflected perfectly in the mosaic beneath it. Real plants framed like art. The Orwell Library by reception offered a nod to legacy, not a shrine. To sleep in Orwell’s former room, as Matthew ”Huxley” Forrest, was to experience a collision of timelines—where two philosophical lineages whispered across the decades. There was no fanfare, no museum velvet rope—just an unspoken truth carried through the wood, the light, and the quiet. The family behind this space deserve enormous credit. Their design is masterful. Their spirit is gracious. The son—a sharp, soulful thinker—invited me into their world with the warmth of an old friend. The mother, a genius of flow and form, brings an invisible coherence to every corridor. The Yorkshire roast they recommended might be the best I’ve had—and I say that as someone with Yorkshire blood. Staying here was not a hotel experience. It was a chapter in a longer book. And I don’t say that lightly. For those with ”eyes to see”, this is no ordinary accommodation. It is a place where synchronicity meets hospitality, and where thinkers—past and present—might just find their next idea between the walls. This hotel doesn’t need to shout. It whispers, wisely.

messaged before going for accessibilty. found so many steps to reach front desk than steps leading downstairs bedroom =shower not wheelchair friendly no seating had to use my personal small folding stool. maybe suitable for some but for physical disabled person. person at the desk was helpful.