expats who remember the Gantocks Hotel as somewhere people met for a meal if they wanted out of Dunoon, it appears to be burning down. This is our view on this dreich morning when the rest of the UK bathed in jolly sunlight, and if I hang out of the window I can smell the smoke which is hanging in the chilly air. I'm always struck by how flames are in short supply in all but the most dramatic and out-of-control fires, but it looks to me as if the hotel has had it. Maybe it had had it anyway - it was pretty dreary the last time desperation and a long wait for the ferry drove me in.
Update: At dusk there was still too much smoke from the building to see more than that the roof had fallen in. Apparently the hotel was due for demolition. Hmm.