A little way down the path lies a quaint converted shack–yes, the Slaughter House is a coffee shop–and a mighty tasty way to get your buzz on, too.

With the chilled breeze coming off the firth, waiting by the pot belly stove to warm us sure made our day while we waited for our order–

We enjoyed our brews outside in the shelter and watched the water lap against the shores of the Cromarty firth–no dolphins sighted today but there were plenty of sea gulls and birds on the wing. My friend, Kevin, and I braved the cool chilly wind to sit outside under the Shelter to enjoy the stunning view and our warm coffee-

The Slaughterhouse is a place not to be missed–and we would have missed it if a local hadn’t recommended this hidden gem to us!

The Oil Rig stands (I believe these are repair stations?) sit firmly in the firth. I have always thought they looked like Iron Giants, ready to be summoned.