Day 2 in Scotland and the family safely pulled into Abelour completely unscathed.
Our second airbnb was tucked behind a garden, everything was charming about the yard and old cottage. Lush floral beds and the apartment had these adorable teal, double-doored entrance.
Desperate for food that wasn’t cooked in a restaurant we popped into the Co-Op and returned home. It was our first home-cooked of the trip and there was no skimping. A feast of glistening sausages, fancy green beans, sharp cheddar and english potatoes. The kids cracked open a can of Irn-Bru, a sweet bubblegum flavored soda, apparently good for hangovers (later to be discovered true). Being in the land of whisky, Jamie and I opened a bottle of Glenfiddich to cheers to the day!
The next day we decided to explore the town, which didn’t take long. Abelour is a rather small town of about 2-3,000 and is about a quarter mile long. One of the more intriguing shops was the butcher shop.
Honestly, why don’t we have more local butchers? And bakers, and just have quaint towns where everyone makes everything locally and from scratch.
More importantly, the butchers that are hired have to be as cute as the ones working at S.A. Mackie Butchers. If you ever visit Abelour, do yourself a favor and pop in for a blushing conversation followed by the most delicious meat in your mouth.
In these moments, I may have temporarily forgotten that this was a PG-13 family vacation…
Not beating around the mash, this was also a whisky vacation.
We took our first Scottish distillery tour at Abelour and 6 tasted-in-full drams later, I forgot what our sweet tour guide Sandy told us about their company’s fine traditions. There were a few fun things worth remembering, like the Christians used to say the babble of the water were the voices of our ancestors; a peak into a Pagan past. The people also believe that the bit of whiskey spirits that get evaporated through the cask is called The Angel’s Share. After this rich education I can now smell apricots, clove, hay and other scents in my whiskey.
Just after a few days here we felt like we arrived home. I kept making friends with random old me on the streets and in the middle of the woods in the wee hours of the morn. I felt inspired to write a song about a blue haired lass and of stories to write about girls riding goats.
When it came time to leave we all felt a little heart broken, we had to tear ourselves away from the highland games and the Haggis throwing competition.
Off to Isle of Sky we were, sipping our Irn-Bru after a marvelous and scotch-full evening celebrated at The Mash Tun.