It’s autumn, and the leaves are turning violent shades of orange, ochre and claret. The mist slowly seeps across the loch, curling its tendrils to mask the vast mountain-range on the other side of the water. Winds whip closer, creating a sense of urgency and intensifying the seasonal change. Yet in the boathouse, with a fire burning in the stove and a slice of homemade lemon cake to enjoy, everything is right with the world.
We arrived in a 4×4 borrowed from the owners – the road down is far too rocky in a smaller car – to the sight of a red squirrel flustering through the bony branches leading to the loch-side. Ducks swiftly joined us, and pecked at the enormous sliding windows that open out to the deck, where we later enjoyed a cup of hot chocolate, wrapped in layers. A wildlife-lover’s haven, this old wooden boathouse – aptly named the Dipper – was a true escape from the confines of our chaotic lives.
Expect unbelievable views, walks on the doorstep and space to spend time exactly as you wish. There’s also an amazing picnic / barbecue shack down the shingles a little further, but it was simply too cold and blustery for us to take full advantage on this visit.
Close to Kenmore and Aberfeldy, there’s tons to do, or you could just get cosy on the sofa and work your way through the complementary welcome pack of local supplies. Probably the best view from a bath you’ll ever get, too.
Images by Eleanor Cheetham