We are in North-West Sutherland, the top left-hand corner of Britain. A place of wind, wildness, and the freshest air in the country. Rain too, its true: our visitors think us either cursed or blessed, and they change that opinion day by day, squall by squall.

Come and visit us in one of the most beautiful, barren, wind-swept edges in the country, where the peace of miles of shining sands is shattered by gulls, watched over by glacier-ground hills, and battered by the Atlantic. It's magic. In the sun, it's paradise, but always it is magic.