Earnside Cottage - Charming River Views

Lovely house, plenty of room, would use again, had everything that was needed.

Lots of dog hairs, everywhere.

Comfy beds, most of the house is nice and warm, lots of space, cosy dining area in the kitchen & close to the main road.

Had a couple of issues, no tea towels, oven glove or tin foil. However staff were helpful and advised us where to find extra towels. Pretty sure we weren’t warned of there being an active construction site outside the door with much noise from 7.30am but didn’t spoil the break. Meant we were up early. The house is definitely in need of a revamp & rather old fashioned. Table was broken in the living room, radiator in there needs bled, not heating up much. Stained carpets and sofas. Downstairs shower doesn’t drain very well.

Beautiful large cottage with plenty of space and fully equipped with everything we needed

Just loved the space.beautiful house. Great location as we had a wedding at comrie croft . Would recommend a stay at Earnside cottage.

All good

Lots of space and very well stocked with everything you need for a comfortable stay.

Nothing - all great!

Great location. Clean, comfortable, generous size.

Excellent location, hampered by river bank bolstering works at present. Lovely and warm. Smart TV with apps really good.

Kitchen facilities are poor for people who like to cook. No measuring jugs, microwavable bowls or scales, and only one dish towel that I could see. Fabric of kitchen poor with loose drawer. Ensuite shower tired and in need of regrouting. If it was mine I would put a larger table in the adjoining room for dining and relaxing while eating. The property wasn't that conducive for that. Parking for 3 cars challenging

Fab house. Extremely cosy and clean.

Not enough space for truth so putting it here, PART 1 OF TRUTH AND SUFFERING: This is the most revolting accommodation I have ever stayed in. The house was NOT cleaned when we checked in. Trash from the previous tenant was littered in every bin across the house, the towels were haphazardly discarded in each of the baths, and debris was scattered across the entire house like some sort of decrepit third world war zone. The cleaner came after over an hour of feuding with customer support on the phone, and she was in and out in 20 minutes. We sat in the garden not wanting to make her uncomfortable, but we clearly should’ve hovered over her like some scrying eye. After an examination of the sloppy work she had done—and being appalled by the dirty floors—I then proceeded to spend the next three hours of my life mopping, cleaning the counters, and vacuuming with the hoover that has a weaker suction power than a human mouth. There was literal dog(?) faeces in the garden that we had to pick up, but going off the rest of the bloody house, I couldn’t be sure if it wasn’t human excrement. When I finally opened my bed sheets (relieved at the thought of some rest after that ordeal), there were literal blood stains splattered all over them. My bed sheets were NOT replaced with clean ones at ALL. I called the unfortunate customer support worker, who then casually informed me that the same complaint was made last week about the SAME cleaner—and, of course, nothing was done about it. I talked to customer support more than my family during my stay here. I hope management is happy sleeping in his bed free of lice right now, because there is no such happy fate awaiting him in the afterlife if divine punishment exists.

PART 2 OF TRUTH AND SUFFERING: I called the next day asking if they could at least send the cleaner to drop off clean linen. The customer service agent, in her infinite wisdom, asked me to check every single room in case it was lying around (because obviously I chose to sleep in a blood-stained bed for fun). After several rounds of useless suggestions, she finally hinted there might be a locked cupboard with clean linen, dropping clues like I had signed up for an escape room. At that point, I gave up — she can win the escape room, congrats. But my rash begged me to continue, so I scoured the cottage, found a key hidden in a desk drawer, which led me to three more keys, and eventually discovered the one that unlocked the cupboard. Inside — hallelujah — an oasis of clean linen. I remade the beds with CLEAN LINEN, NO BLOOD, NO STAINS, all BY MYSELF. No cleaner, no help, just me running a one-woman housekeeping service on what was supposed to be my holiday. PS. Cleaner, if you are reading this, please feel free to reach out if you need cleaning lessons. PPS. In case you are curious, the agent’s “hints” weren’t even right. Finally, when I thought I could relax, a man randomly appeared in our supposedly private back garden and started cutting the grass without warning. Nothing says “relaxing holiday” like an unannounced man with machinery appearing outside your bedroom window. We felt unsafe and disturbed by this invasion of privacy, though to be fair, the gardener displayed more dedication to his work than both the cleaner and the management combined. Overall, I spent more time arguing with the agency than I did speaking with my family or enjoying my holiday. I left with a rash from the bedsheets, currently dosing myself with steroid cream, and still simmering with rage. At this point, the rash is the least of my irritations.