Yesterday we visited the Royal Lochnagar distillery, a very small, pristine place located next to the summer residence of the Queen of England. (The distillery was there first.) On the drive here the landscape turned from lush and green to tall rocky hills covered in heather- which looks like an ugly brown bush when it's not blooming.
Also on the way here, the back door of the shuttle bus popped open and someone's luggage fell out onto the street. We turned around and went back a few miles to find a lady holding it by the side of the street waving us down. Nice people, the Scots.
But here's what's not nice: no bagpipes all day! Can I get a piper up in here?
Labels: scotch, travel