Myrtle Bank Hotel
How has this hotel rated in the past?
LocationMap this hotel
- Continental Breakfast
- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
Photos of Myrtle Bank Hotel
TripAdvisor Reviews Myrtle Bank Hotel Gairloch
Travel Blogs from Gairloch
... says that when lost, always turn left. He's still here so we turned left and were soon amongst tall whispering pines. Whispering- all right. Pic 11. I was suddenly and chillingly reminded of that NZ Documentary about the Kiwi guy with the ring and the Ents he encountered. We hurried on sometimes unable to distinguish rocks from stumps. Pic 12. There was a rock formation that looked more like wood stacked for winter. Pic 13. Suddenly the Two Churches ...
... na Ba (Pass of Fools or Pass of the Cattle, as you choose). This spectacular windy road rises to 640 metres, one of Britain's highest road passes. Beautiful in the sun, and a full rainbow over the mountains as we drove uphill. We are finding more and more things are closed for the winter - souvenir shops, coffee shops and camp sites for a start. Down to the coast again, and via Kyle of Lochalsh (Strait of ...
... Lochs, pine trees, mountains and lots of wild deer all day. Single track road with passing places, and almost no traffic. Saw a few Tesco home delivery vans, a necessity up here, so far from large cities, although every small village has its SPAR grocery shop. Tried a comparison with Norway or the Lofortens, but they are all more spectacular. We passed Ardvreck castle, ...
... we went back to the camp ground to pick up Helen and Robyn for lunch. We found a small little village on the map where a local road just ends and there was an advertisement for a pub there that had good reviews on its food. Off we went on a very narrow country road high up on the highland coast. Battling sheep crossing the road on several occasions we finally got to our destination The Melvaig Inn. The food was sensational. I had the ...
... right next to a free car park with a short boardwalk through some trees and onto a beautiful stretch of sand. We eat our picnic lunch and I stretch out with my book. When I look up Ian is gone. I find him sitting at the waters edge. He tells me he went to get away from my snoring. Looks like I dropped off in the midday heat. This is where we differ, if I am snoring on a public beach I think it would have been nice to have been woken up! Ian on the other ...