Off-grid. It's not a phrase I normally seek out when scrolling through holiday accommodation. In fact, my partner and I tend to actively avoid it. Some couples bond over a shared passion for music or travelling; we realised we were perfect for each other upon discovering our mutual disdain for camping. The midges! The damp! The terrible sleep!
So it's with mild trepidation that we leave Glasgow on a grizzly March weekend to stay in one of Kip Hideaways’ Loch Fyne Retreats, a pair of solar-powered ecoget cold,” I yell, relaying the friendly pre-arrival notes as I pull on a fleece over two jumpers. I text my colleague Miriam an aubergine curry recipe I've been meaning to send for ages. “Are you sending this in case you die in the off grid cabin?” comes the response. “Subconsciously, yes,” I reply.
