8/9/14 - 8/9/14
Today started with a rather unusual shower experience for me - but holidays are supposed to be all about trying new things, right? Basically it was a bath, with a hand-held shower, that looked like a telephone. Hard to explain, but trust me, it was different.
After that excitement, it was breakfast and then hitting the road for the next leg of our journey. The trip started on the highway, with shouts of "car!" punctuating our jolly sing-a-longs. It wasn't long before we were off the beaten track again, and then the warning calls became "mud!", "slug!", or "poo!". We went uphill, into pheasant territory. It was quite reassuring to see a Lassie dog out for a walk with her owner - we figured she would be able to rescue us if needed. The disadvantage of walking uphill was that it was hard work, but the advantage was the beautiful panoramic view of the Speyside region. Plenty of photo opportunities today! We picked the coldest and most windy spot to stop and have morning tea, but probably also the most visually stunning. Luckily, we had our driest day of all today.
We continued on through the spongy ground and through farmland, where the cows looked at us with a complete and utter lack of interest. We would have looked back at them except that we had to keep watching where we put our feet to ensure we didn't tread anywhere we shouldn't.
A few hours later we arrived at the distillery - The Glenlivet. Lunch included learning about coronation chicken, and whisky icecream. Then we had a tour with some rather annoying fellow tourists who decided to attempt to disagree with the tour guide (who very quickly put them back in their place) and who showed blatant disregard for the 'turn off your mobile phone' instruction. No respect. We then sampled various expressions of The Glenlivet, and attempted to agree on which one was the best. Jury's out, I'm afraid. We wandered through the exhibition, and then chillaxed on some couches before a taxi arrived to take us back to the hotel.
Simon borrowed Pat and Belinda's more conventional shower, and we caught up on our new favourite TV show, Jeremy Kyle. Before long it was dinner time, and we made our way through the hordes of gentlemen in tweed and long socks to get to the dining room. We were definitely the youngest occupants of this hotel by about 30 years... and probably the only ones planning to walk 15km the next day