Highlands, Scotland

Inver Lodge Hotel – the best of Highland hospitality

When I picture my perfect escape, I always conjure up a remote corner of Scotland with beautiful beaches, rugged mountains and blissful isolation. A place where worries drift away, leaving the 'real world' far behind. Recently, I found that perfect escape when we spent the weekend at Inver Lodge Hotel in Lochinver. Day one - Lochinver… Continue reading Inver Lodge Hotel – the best of Highland hospitality

Highlands, Scotland

What’s not to love about Caithness?

It was my birthday recently and Mr G treated me to a long weekend in the far north of Scotland. Hooray for birthdays. Our base was a wonderful beachside hotel in Sutherland near the Caithness border. I adore the far north, and have a particular soft spot for Caithness, so I was delighted to find… Continue reading What’s not to love about Caithness?

Highlands, Scotland

Hostelling Scotland, Torridon Youth Hostel – a trip down memory lane

Recently I took a trip down memory lane at Hostelling Scotland’s Torridon Youth Hostel. The last time I stayed at one of their hostels I was a fresh-faced teenager attending high school camp. Duran Duran and Wham dominated the music charts, twilight teaser was the only shade of lipstick to be seen in and leg… Continue reading Hostelling Scotland, Torridon Youth Hostel – a trip down memory lane

Highlands, Scotland

Even Carlsberg couldn’t beat an Assynt sunset! 

The Scots poet Norman MacCaig once posed the question 'Who possesses this landscape? -
The man who bought it or
 I who am possessed by it?'  It sums up perfectly how I feel about this wonderful little country that possesses me. Back in May, a mere two days after returning from NYC (the city that never… Continue reading Even Carlsberg couldn’t beat an Assynt sunset! 

Highlands, Scotland

A wellie wearing weekend in Gairloch!

Last Friday we left Edinburgh, bound for Gairloch in the West Highlands.  We were off on another Scottish adventure with The Wee White Dug - yippee. Mr G was grumpy from a combination of man flu and working night shift.  My nerves were shot to pieces from listening to his loud and incessant coughing. We… Continue reading A wellie wearing weekend in Gairloch!