After crawling out of the warehouse, JS and I find adc and MR on the front lawn. With no further organised event to attend, we are free to socialise and enjoy the clement weather, whilst sharing drams.
Glen Garioch 10yo 2014/2025 (56.2%, Little Brown Dog, 1st Fill Bourbon Barrels, 337b) (MR)
Mouth: full, creamy and custard-y. This is like biting into a hazelnut-custard doughnut.
Finish: some wood -- woody custard, if that makes sense.
Comment: we are outside, it is windy. It is hard to make this one tell us everything it has to say. Lovely drop, though. Unpretentious, it does the trick. A strong 7/10
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| Marketing genius |
We chill out on the lawn and generally have a good time. JS comes back with goodies from the food truck. They do not have much choice left, but there is at least a vegetarian option.
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| This faux-burger |
Soon, everyone is gathered into the tent for an "impending speech by the boss." After fifteen minutes sitting and waiting, no speech, and no boss. In the meantime, I am working my way through one of the several drams of Arran 13yo 2011/2024 (57.3%, OB Private Cask for Lochranza Distillery, ex-Bourbon Barrel, C#2011/567, 225b).
Since the big speech is a non-event, we consider our options home: in fact, everyone, rudely interrupted in their lawn activities, now seems to try to escape. We discover that the next bus, at 17:13, goes to the west of the island. Ours leaves at 18:39, giving us two hours of loitering, with nothing happening for entertainment, friends fast leaving the scene, and the evening chill calmly settling in.
We board the 17:13 after all, minutes after a local cracks open a can of cider. Unsurprisingly, he is not allowed on the bus with it, so elects to have a large swig, then leave the rest at the bus stop.
The bus heads to Blackfootwater, where we are to alight to board another bus.
En route, we spot an albino heron, seals perched on emerged rocks, peacocks and pheasants in a field. Once in Blackwaterfoot, the driver admits it is the same bus to Brodick, and we may as well stay on, though he will stretch his legs.
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| It allows JS to shoot this ringed plover (with camera, obvsl) |
It is shorter going across the island, thankfully, and we are there in no time. A short stroll up the hill, and we are at our accommodation. For dinner tonight, we will have our last Tantrum doughnuts, before calling it an early night.
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| Meanwhile, in Lochranza, the Wasted Wolf is cut loose |
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