The Ness slides past at the end of the garden, wide and brown after rain, gulls hanging over the current where it picks up speed toward the firth.
This is one for couples after a Highland base with a proper bed, or walkers who've done their miles and want a hot shower and an even hotter breakfast. The guest house sits in Inverness itself—so you're stepping out to cafés, the castle, riverside paths into town—but there are camping pods too if you want something in between. Dogs are welcome by arrangement, which matters up here where most trails are better with a four-legged companion.
It's open all year, which tells you something about the heating and the kind of folk who run it. Campfires need checking on arrival—probably depends on the season and where you're pitched. Expect a mix of independence and comfort: not wild camping, not a hotel, but that useful middle ground when the hills have worn you out and the midges are biting.