I started this blog years ago primarily to promote Blairgowrie, where I had the B&B, and the area, and of course to promote the Bed and Breakfast. It got a bit obsessive for a bit and I had a Facebook page and Twitter and basically every social media channel you can think off. I ran the B&B for 22 years and loved and hated it with equal measure and in the end it caused me to implode.
I should, however, like to thank the thousands of decent, nice people that came over the doorstep and enjoyed the beautiful old Victorian House, Gilmore House, that I had the pleasure to call home for so long.
Anyway, I digress.
Gilmore House was sold in 2019 and has reverted back to a private house and to coin a phrase, I think I dodged a bullet, with the timing of that. I have been meaning to write down all my memories from running the place and the lovely and horrendous people that crossed the threshold.
I could actually write a book on the trials and tribulations of selling the house, I have never met so many bullshitting liars in my life.
Running a B&B isn't as wonderful as you may think and towards the end of my B&B owning days I can quite honestly say people were getting more and more demanding and exasperating. Sadly I don't think a traditional Bed and Breakfast exists anymore. Everywhere I look the word 'boutique' springs out at you and don't get me started on Air BnB.
I am going to write down all the stories I can remember and maybe give an insight into running a B&B.
I also have many a photograph that I need to put on here to remember activities done.
Loving the middle-aged, free and single life. It's pure bliss.
