Newspaper article Evening Gazette (Middlesbrough, England)

Tay of Rest; SEAN COLLINSstays in a Small Scottish Town That's the Quietest Place He's Ever Visited

Newspaper article Evening Gazette (Middlesbrough, England)

Tay of Rest; SEAN COLLINSstays in a Small Scottish Town That's the Quietest Place He's Ever Visited

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Byline: SEAN COLLINS

CROSSING the bridge, the hotel gradually comes into view, brilliant white and glowing in the sunlight.

A look over the sides of the bridge reveals a lovely cathedral to the left, a walk around the grounds beckoning. To the right, the River Tay meanders around a gentle bend.

This is Dunkeld, a small town in Strathtay about 15 miles north of Perth. On approaching the hotel a sign to the right catches my eye. You cannot ignore 'Antiques, Books'. After a short detour and an arm full of newly purchased volumes, I enter the Atholl Arms.

The hotel gives a welcoming first impression, a generously sized guest lounge situated to the left as you approach the reception desk, smiling staff already greeting you as you arrive.

Straight away you can tell there's something special about this place.

Comfort, rather than grandiosity, is the name of the game here. Our room proves to be quite basic, with TV, tea-making facilities etc - pretty much the usual found in most hotels. There's free wifi, too, essential in this day and age.

After unpacking I decide to explore Dunkeld.

The town may just be the quietest place I have ever visited. Apart from the birds there's not a sound to be heard. I can feel the stresses of life falling away.

Dunkeld is a picture postcard Scottish town, the buildings painted in subtle shades. There are small side streets and a few more antique shops.

I walk towards the river and spot a couple learning to fish from a small boat, their instructor enthusiastically hauling in a fish.

After a pleasant interlude, watching the river flow past, I make my way back to the hotel.

Across the road from my lodgings is the beer garden for the Atholl Arms, and a cold drink next to the river is in order.

So I sit, beer in hand, soaking in the early evening sun as black-headed gulls and jackdaws fly around me. …

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