Twelve Whiskies and One Tipsy Ranih.

Currently I’m sat with Ranih, sharing another glass of the whisky we brought back from our tasting at the Clydeside Distillery in Glasgow. The bottle has that lovely, honey‑warm aroma that somehow makes the whole cottage feel even cosier.

After a hearty breakfast this morning, more of the incredible local produce from the villages scattered around majestic Loch Ness, we took a shuttle up to Glasgow for our tour. Neither of us would claim to know much about whisky, certainly not Scottish whisky, so the chance to learn properly felt too good to pass up.

Our group was made up of twelve people, all in good spirits. Early on, our guide asked who had travelled the furthest to be there. Someone asked whether he meant where we were staying or where we were from. He clarified it was the latter… which is how Ranih and I ended up winning by several million miles. Hard to compete with “light years”.

We sampled at least a dozen whiskies throughout the tour. I’m grateful for my high tolerance. Ranih, however, was adorably tipsy by the end, giggling at things that absolutely were not jokes. She insists she wasn’t, but the evidence says otherwise.

We’ve already decided to return to Glasgow tomorrow and do a proper wander while fully sober. The distillery tour itself was excellent, genuinely informative, beautifully presented, and well worth the trip.

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