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Another Taste Of Luxury
by admin - 17:53 on 25 February 2013
Our night of luxury at Boath House turned out to be even more exclusive than we expected – we were the only guests in the eight-room establishment (and were upgraded to an even better room because of that). Several people had stayed the night before but not many have the flexibility to choose Sunday for a getaway day. Lucky us.
The solitude made our stay particularly delightful for Matchgirl, who was able to imagine herself owner of the 200-year-old Regency mansion with her own chef and waiting staff. It's a pity she'd declined my offer to bring the dinner jacket I bought to wear at Chatterbox's big night out.
The food, as always, was superb and the hotel as relaxing as ever. You really should try it, but be quick as the reduced rates finish at the end of February.
Exclusive it may be, but Boath House has the occasional light-fingered guest: a copy of The Bumper Book of Black Isle Snappery I gave the management after our previous stay had been filtched from the lounge, we were told. It's a compliment of sorts.
Uncle James took care of The Pride while we were absent. The Fearless Ones seemed unconcerned when we returned but Maia was very happy to see Matchgirl – the kittens can be overly familiar with an older cat who likes her own space, as proved by this snap taken by Matchgirl before our departure. No wonder Willow's laughing.
No snaps were taken during our break, as it seemed a shame to leave the comfortable charm of Boath's interior. I made up for it this afternoon when I took Son of Seat to Jemimaville for a much-needed wash and brush-up, after which I wandered on to the shore. If this isn't the country's best car-wash view it must be in the top ten.
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