| Today after initial confusion, we decided that the big thing in the sky was the sun and where better to hide from it but a distillery? Smoky, peaty with a burnt finish, but enough about the smell of Bob's tent, we started the tour with a wee dram and then experienced full on sensory overload. Whiskey making is smelly and the process is comple. Mash, Tuns, Scragg, - sounds like the members of a Ska band but all represent stages in the process of turning barley and spring water into profits for Diagio. (Not, as i discovered an Argentinian centre forward, but a giant drinks corporation which has swallowed up most of the independent distillers) Anyway, we're back at base now preparing for the last supper at the Ford Galaxy Bar and Grill before we break camp tomorrow and head back to Devon. Off with the boots (for three of us anyway) and back to reality. It's been a complete blast (with gusts of up to 60mph) Sent from Yahoo! Mail on Android |
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