Worst Reviews of Scottish Landmarks

[Peter Crowe]

You're making me a little homesick there, Father Bill. My Grandpa kept a wooden yacht (sailboat) called the Mairi Bhan on Loch Lomond when I was a boy and we often ate at the Inchmurrin Hotel. One summer when I was eight or nine we camped for weeks on Inchmoan (another of the islands), going home on the odd weekend to clean clothes and resupply. All within 25 miles of where I grew up.