The Top 17 Hotels Near LOMA by Graeme Cheevers
-
Tartan in seemingly infinite variations covers every surface, and the halls are lined with beyond-life-sized portraits of bearded, kilted men in what the hotel cheerfully calls a gallery of skulduggery. This resort on Loch Lomond leans into being unapologetically Scottish, with a spa, two golf courses, 250 single malts at the bar, and views of the Trossachs that look almost improbably painted.
-
A Neo-Gothic manor on the Clyde, a short drive from Glasgow, with 240 acres of estate and an 18-hole championship course on the grounds. This is a golf and spa resort where the Grand Suites come with grand pianos and pool tables, and the activities desk can arrange falconry or axe-throwing for when you've had enough of both. Afternoon tea, a marble-topped champagne bar, and a full wellness spa round out the picture.
-
A quiet row of converted Victorian townhouses on a residential Glasgow street, Hotel du Vin at One Devonshire Gardens runs on mahogany four-posters and high-pressure rain showers rather than flashy design or packed nightclubs. The 49 rooms are spacious and elegant without being precious, and the bistro and whisky bar give you a reason to linger downstairs. Visiting actors and pop stars are regulars, which the hotel is too well-mannered to advertise.
-
-
Harris tweed upholstery on the sofas gives away that you're firmly in Scotland, but the Georgian townhouse wrapping around Blythswood Square could pass for Edinburgh on a good day. This hundred-room luxury boutique hotel pairs marble baths and Egyptian-cotton beds with a full-service spa, a proper bar, and a restaurant in the old ballroom. The Michelin Guide has it among its selected hotels.
-
Self-check-in kiosks replace the front desk at this design-forward city-center hotel, so you're in your room before the usual lobby small talk can even begin. The rooms are compact but smartly laid out, with oversized beds, floor-to-ceiling windows, and mini-iPads that control everything from the mood lighting to the blackout blinds. The lobby fills with Eames chairs and iMacs, designed to feel like a co-working space that happens to have room keys.
-
-
-
-
A 2,000-acre working farm on a quiet Highland loch, Monachyle Mhor is a boutique hotel that can't quite decide if it's a farmhouse, a treehouse, a glamping wagon, or a pine cabin with a wood-burning stove, so it went ahead and became all of them. The restaurant leans on what the farm produces, and scones with cream appear at the bar at any hour, which is the correct policy. Salmon fishing, foraging, and a bracing loch swim are all on the table.
-
-
The tennis court is painted Wimbledon green and purple, which tells you everything about who owns this Victorian country house hotel in Stirlingshire. Andy Murray bought it because he grew up next door, and he's kept it properly traditional without veering into tartan overload. Twenty rooms, snooker, fishing, shooting, and Gleneagles a short drive away. It holds a Michelin Key.
-
-
-
A grand Scottish resort that once ran on society-calendar logic, open summers only, for the kind of people who made a point of venturing north. Now it's year-round and rather more international, but 850 acres of Perthshire, three championship golf courses, and a spa with an outdoor hydrotherapy pool under open sky have a way of making that feel irrelevant. It holds a spot on the World's 50 Best Hotels. You can still arrive by train, which feels correct.
-
A sleek boutique hotel in a Victorian port town that built its reputation on being a jumping-off point for the Hebrides rather than a destination. The Perle leans into both sides of that tension: rooms are contemporary with a nod to Highland roughness, the bathrooms have high-pressure rain showers, and there's a spa named for the Scots Gaelic word for sea. The Oban Brasserie and LULU Lounge handle food and cocktails when the scenery has done enough work.
-
Outside the front door stands a yew tree so old it was already ancient when Rome fell. The Fortingall is a small Arts and Crafts hotel in a Perthshire village that also, with a straight face, claims Pontius Pilate as a local. Inside, the rooms run to four-poster beds, copper baths, ochre and dusky rose walls, and sash windows looking out over the glen. It's the kind of place that makes you feel history is genuinely crowding the car park.