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.
Back when I first visited Glasgow in December 2017, I met a Scottish fella in my hostel dorm room whose father worked for a distillery. Then he showed me a bottle of 30 year old single malt that his dad had snuck out of the distillery for him; smashing!
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.
After leaving Skye, Gavin and I continued our Scottish whisky travels with a stop at Oban.
Happy New Year to all my readers! Long ago, I told myself that as long as I got more views in each successive year, I would continue to put in a good effort on my blog. And for the 3rd year in a row, I have received more views than the previous year, so that means that in 2018 I will continue to give it a good go!