As we left Lagavulin, it became apparent to Gavin and I that we were running out of time. Not that we had planned things out much ahead of time, but it seemed as though it might be rather difficult to squeeze in a proper visit at Ardbeg, and still make it to our return ferry of choice on time. So we ran the .9 of a mile to Ardbeg.
After leaving Laphroaig, Gavin and I walked the 1.2 miles to Lagavulin. Along the way we made and ate sandwiches as we walked, in order to save time and to line the stomach in anticipation of further tastings.
Wylam, Northumberland, 8 December, 2017.
“Living George Stephenson’s dream as I hurtle along towards Wylam, horn asounding, tracks a clacketing.” -Riley Strother, journal entry
One day after work my father and I scoured the cellars for a prime vintage of Belgian beer, with the intention to share it outside in our woodland. An especially aged bottle of the Cuvée De Ranke from Brouwerij De Ranke was retrieved from the darkness. With a pair of Leffe glasses in hand, we strode forth to quench our curiosity and our thirst!
The final stop on our travel day to Cambridge was in Oxford, where we had a round in The Eagle And Child, famous for being the preferred watering hole of the Inklings! If you don’t think you know who they are, you might be mistaken, for the Inklings included none other than J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, and a few other guys that I can forgive you for not knowing.