.. is a chilled pad. Was there last year courtesy of Moet Hennessy, but never wrote about it.
Posted about the trip here and here before tho.
The rear of the house
The Glenmorangie House is where we hung for a few days. It has its own website too.
The house is elegant and traditional, quite large, with big grounds.
My crib in the attic
A welcome dram awaited. Yea, screw d fruit basket
The view towards the sea. Waaay to cold to dip
The hall’s got a bar stocked with liquors, liqueurs, and ales. The best part is, it’s open 24 hours, coz it’s help-yourself.
Braveheart eh? My first drink on arrival
Douglas layaning after-dinner drinks
We were also very fortunate to be entertained by a father-daughter pair of traditional musicians.
I asked if they could play the soundtrack for Last of The Mohicans, and she made a great attempt.
Enroute to the beach
A farming plot next door
The beach area
Lunch at a castle round d corner
Paradise never smelt so good
Indulged in shotguns n clay pigeons
I partied quite furiously with these two clowns, who’re based at the house. Gave them my sound system too, coz they were so fascinated by it
A hot bath, a cold beer, and cool tunes. Yessiree
Food at the house was just great
It might be quite a distance, but i’d hangout at this pad again in a flash. Fortunately, they accept guests. However, unlike me, you’ll need to pay for it!