The River Almond doesn’t just border our ten cabins—it threads through them, close enough that you’ll hear it from your hot tub after rain. Giant sequoias and Douglas firs tower over native Scots pine and birch, planted decades ago and now protected. The result is a living arboretum that feels both intimate and ancient: a small acre where redwood scale meets Scottish spirit. You’re not renting a cabin in a wood. You’re staying in a grove that’s been deliberately left to breathe.