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Living Dining Room

  • Open peat fire (peat, kindlers, firelighters and paper for the open fire are provided, free of charge).
     
  • Colour TV, DVD player, VCR and mini Hi-fi.
     
  • Dining table and chairs.
     
  • The window looks south on Loch an Goil. Beautiful views; sunrise to sunset. As well as a place to watch the wildlife - deer, otters, and many wild birds.
     
  • Books, maps, games.

The little house.  by Tom Riley

Perched on a grassy plot between two Lochs,
The little house scorns Eaval's stony stare.
But nesting where the watchful Lapwing flocks,
It smiles upon the ridge where red deer fare.
While oft the salty seal from Euphort peers
And otter scouts the shore of Loch a Ghoil;
Within its pale, the white sheep have no fears:
We transient tenants rest from care and toil.
On nights, when shrieking gale blows 'cross the lawn,
There sounds the noise of skeletal carouse,
Where ghosts of yore hold ceilidh till the dawn;
Just down the road in crumbling old black house.
But night and day, the little house so fair,
Gives comfort, and its name? - 'Tigh Alasdair'.

Living Dining Room

  • Open peat fire (peat, kindlers, firelighters and paper for the open fire are provided, free of charge).
     
  • Colour TV, DVD player, VCR and mini Hi-fi.
     
  • Dining table and chairs.
     
  • The window looks south on Loch an Goil. Beautiful views; sunrise to sunset. As well as a place to watch the wildlife - deer, otters, and many wild birds.
     
  • Books, maps, games.

The little house.  by Tom Riley

Perched on a grassy plot between two Lochs,
The little house scorns Eaval's stony stare.
But nesting where the watchful Lapwing flocks,
It smiles upon the ridge where red deer fare.
While oft the salty seal from Euphort peers
And otter scouts the shore of Loch a Ghoil;
Within its pale, the white sheep have no fears:
We transient tenants rest from care and toil.
On nights, when shrieking gale blows 'cross the lawn,
There sounds the noise of skeletal carouse,
Where ghosts of yore hold ceilidh till the dawn;
Just down the road in crumbling old black house.
But night and day, the little house so fair,
Gives comfort, and its name? - 'Tigh Alasdair'.