British Resort Inspection Agency

The British Resort Inspection Agency (B.R.I.A) based in Northamptonshire surveys resorts, holiday homes and hotels throughout Great Britain.

The Agency was formed in 2003, set up by partnerships of former English Tourism Council workers and Government Fund Members and has already rated "several hundred public accommodation environments in 30 counties" spread throughout Great Britain.

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