All you need to know is this: Harris is one of the most beautiful places in the world. Beaches of white sand that stretch for a mile or two are not uncommon. If you bump into another soul, it will be a delightful coincidence, but you shouldn’t count on it. The water is turquoise, coconuts sometimes wash up on the beach. The view from Scarista is simple and magnificent: field, ridge, beach, water, sky. Patricia and Tim are the kindest people. Their home is island heaven: peat fires, rugs on painted floors, books everywhere, a first-floor drawing room that floods with Harris light. Country-house bedrooms have warm colours and stylish bathrooms. There are walking sticks and wellington boots to help you up the odd hill, then a set of golf clubs by the front door in case you wish to play (the view from the first tee is one of the best in the game). Kind staff may speak Gaelic. The food is exceptional, perhaps quail with an armagnac mousse, Harris langoustine with garlic and butter, tarte tatin with cinnamon ice cream. Don’t miss Uig Sands or the standing stones at Callanish. A perfect place.