Looking up to the peaks, down to a near-private beach, the setting, on the Borve Lodge Estate, is unrivalled. As for the architecture, it’s as unique as it gets. The ‘broch’, commanding and charming, is possibly the first watchtower to be built since Roman days. The stones were blasted from the hillside, the timbers reclaimed, the roof topped with grass, and the windows flow up three storeys. Rock House, tucked into a natural rock garden, Flintstone-like in its rusticity, is on one level; if you stood above looking down, you might not realise its presence. Both houses are spectacular inside. TVs sit atop stone plinths, log-burners are lit on arrival, boho-chic sofas are a patchwork delight. Nothing but the best: Denby crockery, Delonghi kettles, Gaudi-esque touches (a wrought-iron banister, a glass table with twisted wood legs), books, backgammon, Scrabble, chess, and thick tweed curtains to ensure deep sleep. Floors are toasty underfoot, bathrooms are glamorous and majestic. Fly-fish, sea-fish, spot birds, surf, sail, cycle, dine out, walk in the hills: the estate managers know Harris intimately.