B&Bs and Hotels in Galashiels

Good Hotel Guide

Hostels and Hotels in Galashiels

Do you have a hotel or B&B in one of these areas then please contact us to list your hotel below, free of charge.

Berwick-Upon-Tweed, Cockburnspath, Coldstream, Cornhill-On-Tweed, Duns, Earlston, Eyemouth, Galashiels, Gordon, Hawick, Jedburgh, Kelso, Lauder, Melrose, Mindrum, Newcastleton, Selkirk

For UK travelers going abroad, we recommend Tenerife, with feel of the UK yet all the sun of Tenerife. Read an extract below from More Ketchup than Salsa, the story of a English couple who left the UK to set up life in Tenerife. Info on how to buy the book can be found below.

List your Hostel in Galashiels


  




Below you will find short extracts from More ketchup than Salsa by Joe Cawley – not to be missed.

Short Extract

Get the book

Well, buy him some sunglasses and bring him along. He looks like he could do with a holiday.’ I’m being serious.’ So am I.’ This was not a good start to a business partnership. David and I let the girls slug it out for a while as we bought another round of drinks.

Berwick-Upon-Tweed, Cockburnspath, Coldstream, Cornhill-On-Tweed, Duns, Earlston, Eyemouth, Galashiels, Gordon, Hawick, Jedburgh, Kelso, Lauder, Melrose, Mindrum, Newcastleton, Selkirk

Our apartment belonged to the president of the community who knew my stepfather from his business dealings here. All the properties were more or less identical apart from the number of bedrooms. Ours had just one – to the left of the front door as you walked in. It was barely big enough to house a double bed and still leave enough room to manoeuvre. A small bathroom faced the front door and down a short hallway to the right was the living area and open kitchen. The walls were a cool white interspersed with shelves and a worktop of honey-toned pine. Beige marble tiles covered the floor, which gave the apartment a beguiling touch of quality. Sliding doors at the far end of the lounge – though I use ‘far’ in the loosest sense of the word as they were only four paces from the kitchen – led onto a small square patio, from which we could gaze across the curving Bahia del Duque (Bay of the Duke) to the vertical excesses of Playa de Las Americas. We spent the rest of the day unpacking and then had a wander round. The sunlight illuminated the newly painted white walls to the extent that it hurt my eyes. Our apartment was about a hundred yards from the black volcanic sand and shingle beach that stretched north to the nearest village, La Caleta, about a mile away. Here a huddle of one- and two-storey houses clung to the base of a rocky hillside, overlooking a tiny harbour dotted with bright blue and red fishing boats. Behind El Beril white farm buildings sat on the shelves of the terraced slopes, above which were patches of green pine forests that decorated the hem of the omnipresent volcano. There hadn’t been an eruption on the island since 1909, so I figured in my usual frame of cheery resignation that one was about due. That night we both lay on top of the sheets unable to sleep, listening to the high-pitched excitement of a mosquito as it chose its next supper venue. For such a tiny creature, I have to say it has a helluva loud squeal, and the more I flailed the louder it became. There aren’t many more irritating noises than what sounds like a dentist’s drill kamikaze-ing at your head so in the end, armed with a size ten flip-flop in each hand I stood on the bed, head slightly cocked waiting for the manic squealing to return.

Take Forgreen next door.’ He thumbed towards Micky’s apartment. ‘Started off selling apartments here, all nice and bonny. We bought ours from him. All kosher, no problems. Mind you, he knew not to mess with me. Then he got greedy, like all you youngsters do. Started doing deals on the side, taking all the commission instead of splitting it with his two partners. Anyway, like most people on this island, he couldn’t keep that closed.’ He put a finger to his lips. ‘His partners wondered why he was driving about in a flash open-top while they were in battered ex-rentals. So he got found out. Trouble was, one of his partners was married to the sister of a wrong ‘un who didn’t take kindly to her being taken for a ride. Forgreen had to do a runner. They caught up with him in London and tied him to a radiator for a week until he agreed to sign over all his ill-gotten gains in Tenerife. Like his house. Now he’s gone and spoiled it for all of us…’ Maureen had returned and was still humming, busying herself around Pete’s feet with a portable vacuum cleaner. Pete turned up the volume to compensate for the electric sucking. ‘NOW WE’VE GOT THE SODDIN’ MAFIA LIVING NEXT DOOR.’ The timing was immaculate. Maureen turned off the vacuum just as Pete delivered his condemnation. They both looked at each other, silent, eyes stricken with alarm. Maureen held the vacuum nozzle aloft in pink washing-up gloves. ‘Are they in?’ she whispered. What time is it?’ Pete whispered back. Maureen looked at her watch. ‘11.45.’