I remember an amazing house. We entered through the front door, which is always a good start.
I remember enclosed cloisters, an internal courtyard, walls covered in old masters, tales of Bonnie Prince Charlie staying at the house. Boulle, Rembrandt, Reynolds, Gainsborough.
I remember lingering behind in each room, to soak up what I was seeing in the presence of no one else.
The guided tour was a little eccentric.
But I was not allowed to take interior photos (so I have resorted to Flickr).
It was the last day of our 10-day tour of the North-East and Scotland and in order to make it to the train back to London, we skipped the formal gardens.
When visited: July 2015
Further reading: here