Glenmorangie Highland Estate
You can feel the tension ease from your shoulders as you are met at Inverness airport. A representative assists you in the normally stressful business of removing your baggage from the uncluttered conveyor belt. That sets the tone for the remainder of your sojourn. Nothing is too much trouble.
Some three quarters of an hour later you arrive at the Glenmorangie Highland Estate at Cadboll. There is a palpable sense of serenity which, coupled to the extraordinary light, makes a lasting and calming impression.
Apparently, Easter Ross is among the driest districts in the United Kingdom. You could have fooled me; it felt like the wettest district in the northern hemisphere when I was there, but it didn’t matter. If it’s raining you don’t feel guilty about playing backgammon in front of a roaring fire cradling a Glenmorangie 18 year old and scoffing home-made shortbread.
Any activity you care to undertake is organised with a minimum of fuss; from a distillery tour via a round of golf to shooting clays. If all that sounds too active, the beach is well within dawdling distance.
The feeling is more of visiting affluent friends at their country retreat than staying at a hotel. The food is excellent and dining is communal, but as the hotel has only six rooms, intimacy is retained.