The Pierhouse Hotel
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- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
TripAdvisor Reviews The Pierhouse Hotel Port Appin
Travel Blogs from Port Appin
... a few minutes. We were ready when we saw the smoke, and then the train. Copious pictures were taken by all. We were just outside the village of for our lunch stop. We stopped for 45 minutes. I bought a sandwich and chips and we sat outside with the girls. One of them tried to feed the birds that were nearby. After lunch, I walked down the road to take a picture of the bridge over which the Hogwarts Express passes. We then ...
... to cycle through two rounds of each of us taking photos. The space was small and it was a bit of a dance to get in, shoot a couple of photos, and move away so someone else could do the same. It worked fairly well, and one of my photos is pretty good. It would have been better a few seconds earlier, but still not too bad.
When we got back to Fort William, we knew that we would need to check the car tires since the light was still on ...
... good views down the valley. From then onwards we had good views along the
ridge as we continued over the summit, and down over heathery slopes to regain
the forest track. We took the ‘alternative green route’ through the forest,
forgetting about the effects of the previous downpour, and had good fun squelching
our way through very wet bog amongst the trees.
... a small Nessie ornament. The afternoon was a very quiet one which was spent in the camper organising our Africa trip which is coming up very quickly. We did eventually get out again and enjoyed a late afternoon walk around Oban looking in a few shops whilst enjoying an ice cream. We even booked a wildlife tour around the islands for the following day. Our wild camping spot was so good we decided to spend another night ...
... windows on every level. Every window has, in the top lefthand corner, a swallows' nest, most of them still very active. So you can stand inside only inches away from a little mud nest with a fat baby peeking out (or twins, in one case) and every few minutes watch as a busy parent bombs down, stuffs something into the open maw, and vanishes again.
Later, we saw a signpost for Roches Moutonnees, a term I remembered from my rather ...