A Weekend At Gleneagles

Pulling up on the drive after an hour on the motorway from a bustling Glasgow, Gleneagles feels positively otherworldly- let alone so close to other major towns and cities.

Obviously, it helped that the drive included views of a somewhat magical white clouded landscape- thick with snow from the previous few days. On the way home a few days later it was incredible to see how different this looked too, with rolling greens and browns- but still equally beautiful. With the golf courses hidden and only being fit for snowballs, we couldn’t have asked for a better greeting (and fortunately I’m no Tiger Woods either)…

Like I said in my previous post, I’d heard so many wonderful things about this place- and from the moment we checked in it felt so homely that I was quite close to taking my shoes off in the lobby. Quite. Anyway, checking into our room- it’s safe to say we were both suitably blown away. Both by the view and the interiors (and bath- THE BATH). So beautiful that it’s no way of an exaggeration that you could easily stay curled up on the sofa admiring the outlook for the entire weekend (and probably not need to look at your phone either). With a decor that felt modern without being cold, and traditional without seeming dated- the wonderful juxtaposition of old and new seemed to run through the whole of Gleneagles, and made it all the more charming. With artwork and high glass bars oozing an old time glamour- there was something special about here without it feeling dusty or stuffy in any way.