Is Gleneagles the ultimate minibreak?
It’s said there are some 700,000 hotels across the world: tiny beachside B&Bs, five-star palaces, places that charge by the hour. They come and go — the hotel business is a capricious one — and only a handful have a name anyone knows. There’s Claridge’s, the Savoy. Paris has the Ritz, New York has the Plaza. And 60 miles north of Edinburgh, on roads that cut under a woodland canopy and past hillsides peppered with grinning rocks, Perthshire has Gleneagles.
It’s a hotel, but it feels like a village
