The red sandstone lodge with its turret and conservatory in the foreground, the snow-streaked summit of Liathach rising directly behind it.

Wester Ross · Scottish Highlands

The Torridon

A red-stone Victorian shooting lodge on the edge of Loch Torridon in Wester Ross, beneath three Munros — a Michelin-starred kitchen, a whisky bar of several hundred malts, a…

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A Victorian lodge built in 1887, kept as a hotel by the same family for two decades, set on a sea loch under three of the most dramatic Munros in the country. The kitchen and the landscape do most of the talking; the whisky bar finishes the sentence.

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Les particularités

Style: 1887 sandstone shooting lodge on Loch Torridon
Rooms: Eighteen in the lodge; twelve more in The Stables; the Boathouse stands on its own at the water
Table: 1887, one Michelin star, Danny Young at the pass; Bo & Muc Brasserie for the lighter day
Bar: The Whisky Bar — several hundred malts, mostly Scottish, all listed by region
Estate: Fifty-eight acres — kitchen garden, walled potager, Highland cattle, Tamworth pigs
Season: Open February through December; closed January

The Torridon was built in 1887 as a shooting lodge for the first Earl of Lovelace, in red Wester Ross sandstone, with a turret and a conservatory and the year set in Latin into a coffered ceiling. It became a hotel almost a century later, in 1992, and has been kept since 2004 by Daniel and Rohaise Rose-Bristow — the second generation of the same family at the door, and the long custody shows. Loch Torridon is in front of the house. Liathach is behind it. The drive is the kind of road that decides the rest of the trip.

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A house written in red sandstone, set down between a sea loch and a mountain that takes the rest of the morning.
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Sur place

The kitchen is the centre. Danny Young runs the 1887 dining room — a Michelin star, a coffered ceiling, the menu read each morning from the walled garden, the farm and whatever the loch will give. The Highland cattle and the Tamworth pigs are raised on the estate; the herbs and the gin botanicals come from the same fence. Bo & Muc takes the lighter day. The Whisky Bar takes the rest of the night — several hundred bottles, mostly Scottish, listed by region, served in a flight of three on a small wooden paddle.

The trip is for the days the weather doesn't entirely cooperate and for the days it does. The estate keeps its own guides; the season runs February through December, and most stays last three nights because the hill needs them. Beinn Alligin, Beinn Eighe, Liathach — three of Scotland's defining Munros, all reachable from the door. The Boathouse on the loch is the room booked when the trip is for two; the Stables hold the rest of the party.

Moments choisis

Two walkers crossing a grassy slope above a small waterfall, the long ridge of a Munro filling the sky behind them.

Three Munros, one path

Beinn Alligin, Beinn Eighe and Liathach all rise within walking distance of the door. The estate keeps a guides' team for the long days on the hill — and for the gorge scrambles, the sea kayaks and the snorkel trail when the day is shorter.

The 1887 dining room — wood panelling, a coffered ceiling, green velvet chairs around dressed tables, a tapestry banquette along the far wall.

Dinner at 1887

A dark-panelled room with a coffered ceiling, green velvet chairs and the property's name set into the cornice in Latin. Danny Young writes the kitchen from the walled garden, the farm and the loch in front of the house.

A whisky tasting flight on a dark wood table — three filled Glencairn glasses, a candle in a brass lantern, a plate of smoked salmon and cheese.

The Whisky Bar, after

A narrow, low-lit room set behind the lounge. A flight is brought on a wooden paddle with a small plate of smoked salmon and Scottish cheese. The list runs into the hundreds, mostly Scottish, organised by region rather than by age.

Dans la maison

A sea kayaker crossing a glassy stretch of Loch Torridon at dawn, a small island of Scots pines in the middle distance and the mountain beyond it.

A bedroom in the 1887 Suite — moss-green walls, a floral embroidered headboard, scarlet lampshades and a moss velvet ottoman at the foot of the bed.

Two hands lifting a beetroot, leaves and all, from a raised bed in the kitchen garden, a wicker basket of just-pulled vegetables on the path below.

A small herd of Highland cattle grazing under tall spruces, the loch and a cloud-wrapped Liathach beyond.

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