Leaving England we headed north to bonnie Scotland. Pierre changed identity again this time to Percy McPeugeot. By now regular readers should be aware of Tracey's weakness for a "pretty" (castle, chateau, manor, etc). The remote Isle of Mull drew us to Glengorm Castle where we stayed for two nights. From the ferry we drove for around 40 minutes along single lane roads resembling Swiss cheese with boggy moss on the verges. As we neared our destination we had glimpses of what would be our home for the next couple of nights.The setting is magnificent: a Victorian castle set on a large private estate on the water's edge. Flocks of highland sheep and a herd of highland cattle ("woolly coows") graze the verdant pastures, which contain a small ring of standing stones. Yachts and fishing smacks (boats) ply the nearby waters. A friendly cat was resident and napped on Tracey's lap in the formal library as we sat there sampling some of the eighteen complimentary single malts on hand for guests' pleasure (we didn't quite get through all of them...though we gave it a good go). For breakfast, which were included, you are given choices ranging from velvety smooth smoked ocean trout, black pudding, kippers (Tracey could taste nothing but all day after that particularly choice one morning), smoked Haddock, omelets with anything, bacon, sausage...the list goes on. Too much of a good thing can spoil you, but two nights wasn't too much: we shall return.
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| Tracey (and Percy) in front of the pretty |
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| Relaxing in the library |
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| Standing stones (and sheep) |
Leaving England we headed north to bonnie Scotland. Pierre changed identity again this time to Percy McPeugeot. By now regular readers should be aware of Tracey's weakness for a "pretty" (castle, chateau, manor, etc). The remote Isle of Mull drew us to Glengorm Castle where we stayed for two nights. From the ferry we drove for around 40 minutes along single lane roads resembling Swiss cheese with boggy moss on the verges. As we neared our destination we had glimpses of what would be our home for the next couple of nights.The setting is magnificent: a Victorian castle set on a large private estate on the water's edge. Flocks of highland sheep and a herd of highland cattle ("woolly coows") graze the verdant pastures, which contain a small ring of standing stones. Yachts and fishing smacks (boats) ply the nearby waters. A friendly cat was resident and napped on Tracey's lap in the formal library as we sat there sampling some of the eighteen complimentary single malts on hand for guests' pleasure (we didn't quite get through all of them...though we gave it a good go). For breakfast, which were included, you are given choices ranging from velvety smooth smoked ocean trout, black pudding, kippers (Tracey could taste nothing but all day after that particularly choice one morning), smoked Haddock, omelets with anything, bacon, sausage...the list goes on. Too much of a good thing can spoil you, but two nights wasn't too much: we shall return.
Complimentary single malts?!?!? Only in Scotland :) I think you would both do the Country Gentry thing quite well. I'll happily come visit when you buy your Castle. I think there's one going in Risdon...
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