We selected the Byre based on it's picture alone and had no reason to regret our choice. We arrived, by bicycle, on a miserable Sunday afternoon, soaked through having slogged through the leading edge of hurricane Katia, to be told that the local restaurant (that's local as defined by soggy and knackered cyclists) had inexplicably decided to close on Sunday evenings. This potential disaster was averted when Diane very generously offered to share their Sunday dinner with us, the highlight of which was the most amazing crumble I've ever had.
The Byre is the definition of cute, refreshingly different form the standard clynically beige B&B's we usually find ourselves in. Plenty to do if it's too foul to venture out with TV, radio and laods of DVD's.
We loved it!
