A great base for all things Edinburgh. This attractive villa stands in the shadow of Arthur’s Seat was built in 1868 for a coffee merchant. Outside, much prized, off-street parking waits. Inside, Victorian splendour at every turn: original fireplaces, ornate ceilings and a stained-glass window on the landing. The sitting room comes in dark period colours with newspapers on poles, gilt-framed pictures that hang on chains, and you can grab a drink from the honesty bar, then sink into a chesterfield sofa and watch an old movie or listen to trad jazz. Breakfast is even better. In winter you eat by candlelight, a candelabra on each table, and it’s a feast of Scottish produce: porridge with honey, Arbroath smokies, rare breed sausages, marshmallow pancakes. Bedrooms have style and comfort in spades: white linen, excellent beds, fancy bathrooms, maybe wood floors or a brass chandelier. One has panelled walls, all have good art, iPod docks and smart TVs; the family room has a Nintendo Wii. You can jump on a bus and whizz into town, excellent restaurants wait nearby. A very friendly place.