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Knoydart House - new for 2010 Knoydart accommodation Luxury self catering walkers and group accommodation holiday house offers luxury self catering for families, walking groups, wildlife parties, shooting parties, ramblers, and climbers  on Knoydart. Sleeps 4-10 main house (5 bedrooms), or can be subdivided to sleep 8 and a self contained wing which can be let for 2, architect designed eco build, open fire, vaulted ceilings, wrap around decking, spectacular Loch views set in under an acre of private woodland new for 2010 Self Catering luxury accommodation for groups, walking and climbing in Knoydart. Antiques and contemporary furnishings, wifi, bose sound docks, underfloor heating, stone fireplace, floor to ceiling uninterrupted views of Loch Nevis.  www.knoydarthouse.co.uk or telephone Ian on 01687 462267 or 460012

Group Discounts, 3, 5 and 7 day lets available.

We are blogging the build online of our new knoydart self catering accommodation venue from first turn of turf to guests arrival, follow our house progress updated daily on our website www.knoydarthouse.co.uk Bookings and enquiries being taken now for August 2010 onwards ideal for walking groups, shooting parties, intimate gatherings and special interest parties, very flexible arrangements for all group sizes 4 up to a maximum of 10 guests.

The Old Forge....a place for drinking, singing, meeting, holding court, talking and “putting the world to rights”. 

Little's changed with its purpose.  Listed as one of only 3 of “Scotland’s bloody good pubs by Peter Irvine “The Best Of Scotland 2007” and with no roads in or out, an 18 mile hike over munros or a 7 mile sea crossing, the pub is the remotest, on mainland Britain (aka Guinness book of records). The Old Forge in the village of Inverie, Knoydart, started out as a smiddy’s forge. Later, seeing better use as a workers social club where it grew up and became a pub.  The Old Forge. were poets and trobadours, bellydancers, winkle pickers and tweed clad ghillies, blooded stalkers, musicians, yachties, dogs and more dogs. Moorings were laid. Adverts were placed in the Free Press, “Bring your G string, no strings attached” musicians played in return for a bellyfull of food and a charged glass. Seafood, became shellfish became langoustines, mussels and hand dived scallops from Arisaig, speed reading Nick Nairn, Rick Stein a foray into sea bass, sea bream, trout, venison, wild boar, and anything else edible with gills or fur that made it from our larder... sea loch or hill, to kitchen. Bramble pickin’ and fungi foraging….. because Ian is a “fun guy”!  Our food menu is a living thing. A cosmopolitan community of Ozzies and Scots, Gaels and Poles, South Africaans and Kiwis, East Coasters and French. Unions formed, offspring borne, customers became Staff and Staff became customers.

People are important. Very. Food figures up there and Music is our glue. Families reunited, divided in tune, best friends, trade secrets, lovers tiffs, escaping, daliances, affairs of the heart and hearty affairs, yachties, munro baggers, daydreamers lost in a book, lost on the hill, drunk on love or from the bottle. Idle chat, local gossip, furious fiddles, banjos, bongos and bodhrans heckling up each other for a cord change and lifting the pace of a late night strip the willow down the main street. Just another day at The Old Forge, mainland Britain’s remotest pub.