You follow the road for 15 miles through magnificent landscapes – down the glen, around the loch and over the mountain to Elgol. Your reward is this little restaurant with rooms waiting at the end of the track. A rustic style has conquered every corner, ambrosial food flies from the kitchen, a glass of prosecco is yours on arrival. The breakfast room runs along the front of the house with a string of windows that frame the view. You’ll find hanging lamps, up-cycled furniture, lime-washed walls and a painted settle. Airy rooms have big beds, mohair throws, white linen, robes in quirky bathrooms. New rooms in the cottage next door have the same delicious style and the odd claw-foot bath. As for Iain’s glorious food, you eat in the restaurant, where a wood-burner keeps things cosy, perhaps crab brûlée with lobster bisque, Highland beef with braised oxtail, ginger steamed pudding with Drambuie ice cream. Drop down to Elgol harbour, where Bonnie Prince Charlie fled for his life, and gaze upon the mighty Cuillin rising from the sea. Stags roam the hills, boat trips can be arranged. Heaven.