It’s a pretty unique spot and a gem to slide into after a day on the West Highland Way, an ancient trail from Glasgow to Fort William. It is famous for its macabre décor. As soon as you enter the inn, you become aware that you are being watched, as all manner of beasts have been stuffed and displayed, eyes wide open, for your viewing pleasure. A little unnerving at times when you forgot a certain bear was in the hall. The pub staff proudly sport t-shirts that state: The Drovers Inn. Scotland’s pub of the year in 1705. It seems that everything has remained frozen in time since then. There are plaques and swords and relics with what seems like three hundred years of dust and tarnish. The atmosphere is nonetheless cheery, and a fire kept us all toasty.
At least, it seemed to be the third floor. The Drovers has a strange array of levels and fire doors. It felt like the attic, and the chorus of coos and scratches on the other side of the plaster at the head of our beds seemed to confirm that fact.
