Kingshouse Hotel.

Arriving at Kingshouse in the hot sunshine of an August weekend, perhaps we should not have been surprised to find it so busy. A woman we had met earlier in the day (walking north to south) had told us that we would find excellent service at the hotel, unsurpassed in the Highlands despite her lengthy experience travelling around.

She was right. There were no waits for registration, dinner, the bar or breakfast. At breakfast we were actually 15 minutes early, wanting to get started asap on the last leg of 23 miles to Fort William, and the motherly, efficient "front of house" took our order and brought us a waitress to take our order with no hesitation.
The bedroom was so quiet that it was differcult to believe the hotel was so busy and it had a BATH, much to Sandra's delight. She had commented on descending towards the hotel how much she would love a bath and I expressed extreme doubt. So she had her bath!
Out on the lawn, supping lager, Sven came to sit with us and we spent the evening learning about the German's view of our NHS, environmental policies and power, the economy, languages, the psychology of relationships...and after our evening meal, we were joined by 2 more Germans, a couple who were equally good company, eloquent and had extensive English vocabulary, it probably surpassed my own.
I forget their names but the young man had 8 languages and also the language of music. We ended up in a room with a piano and we sang him Scottish songs for him to play by ear. His musical interpretation was much more melodic and in key than Sandra's and my efforts.
A lovely evening.

The next day, an Australian that we spoke to en route remarked that it should be called "The West German Way" but that evening in Kingshouse was very pleasant and it was just sad that we had to retire early so as to get up for our walk the next day. Photo below, leaving the next morning in the only cloudy weather we had...but it does add to the atmosphere of Glen Coe.