This hotel is on the Isle of Mull, a car ferry ride away from Oban on the west coast of Scotland. It is a lovingly restored house on the hill with many reincarnations throughout its life from a morgue to an Officer's mess and home. Enter to a big wooden staircase with huge flagging stones and two front rooms that look over the port that we arrived into. The library is all white washed light & modern (I think Isle Crawford had some influence here) with beautiful, deep, shuttered windows. There are painted grey floorboards (more people should do this) in the gallery with a B&B Italia sectional sofa/ottoman and Monocle newspapers.
A pebbled path leads through an old green wire gate to the steep road that descends to the village. It pops out next to the tackle shop, a red shop sitting pretty in a row. Out of everything, my favourite part of the very sophisticated hotel, was the washing hanging to dry under a simple canvas tent, divine. One night was not enough but we had to truck on!
07, Nov 2012