To B&B or Not to B&B
“Delighted” isn’t a word I use often. To me, it means something extra special—something that surprises you with its wonder and lights you up from the inside.
On this trip, though, I’ve been delighted several times. Returning to the Old Man of Storr after failing to find parking the first time, only to find plenty of space, fewer crowds, and golden late afternoon light. Arriving at the Glenfinnan Viaduct just in time to catch the Harry Potter train crossing—not from the perfect viewpoint, but delighted nonetheless to have witnessed it at all. And, of course, afternoon tea at Glasgow’s Mackintosh at the Willow—a graceful, historic surprise that turned a rainy day into something truly special.
And now, today’s delight: the Castle View Guesthouse in Inverness.
The B&B Experience
The Castle View is simple, but deeply comfortable—like home. At the entrance, a little sign hangs from the staircase banister: Smile, Giggle, Be Silly. It sets the tone instantly—playful, warm, and welcoming—before you even climb the stairs to your room. For years, I thought I was strictly a “hotel-only” traveler—drawn to the predictability and distance hotels provide. But these sweet B&Bs are changing my mind. I might be a convert.
It’s the little touches: lamps and knickknacks from the owner’s travels, silly monkey lamps, lavender mist, and mints on the pillow. A soft, gushy comforter and large windows with gorgeous views of the River Ness. Breakfast is served on delicate china, complete with the best scones in the world—fresh-baked each morning by the owner, Eleanor, with clotted cream and jams made by her mother.
But more than the amenities, it’s Eleanor herself. She loves sharing her home, delights in offering recommendations, and beams when guests gush over her scones.
Greig Street Bridge (aka, Bouncy Bridge) — Inverness, Scotland
A Shift in Perspective
What surprises me most is how much I’ve come to appreciate the closeness of B&Bs. After long drives talking (and singing) to myself, it feels good to chat with a host who genuinely cares if I made it back safely, or who insists I try a local restaurant.
Maybe I miss my mom. Maybe I just didn’t realize how much warmth I was craving. Either way, these B&Bs have reminded me that closeness can feel like home.
The Lesson
The moral? Pay attention when life delights and surprises you—and be grateful for those moments. At Castle View, I also learned how important it is to return it. Eleanor doesn’t leave her work at the end of the day; this is her home, her joy, her pride. When a guest lights up at her scones and clotted cream, it lights her up in return.
And that, in itself, is delightful.