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.
With late autumn’s inclement weather and the colds that she brings, it is only fitting that one should delve into a new bottle of green ginger wine for restorative purposes. For me this time around it is not the classic Stone’s, but rather the accurate knock off: Tesco’s Green Ginger Wine.
Ever since I was a young child, gazing in awe at my father’s Newcastle United jersey, or watching him drink bottles of Newkie Brown during episodes of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, I have had a positive inclination towards Newcastle Brown Ale. And now I’m finally old enough to drink it!
After leaving Skye, Gavin and I continued our Scottish whisky travels with a stop at Oban.
Last week Gavin arrived in York, and now we are travelling in Scotland!
Go Hibs Go!
“If ever you rest amongst the elderflower, foxgloves and swaying summer grasses of Kingcombe Meadows, prepare for a performance. A nimble golden harvest mouse, no larger than your thumb, uses its talented tail to somersault from stem to stem in search of wild barley and floral flavours. We’d give this grassy gymnast a gold medal every time!”
-from the back label of this beer bottle!