Goodbye camera :(
11/9/14 - 11/9/14
After breakfast with our dear friend Sven, we met up with Grug and headed out to Bunnahabhain, which felt like a very remote and isolated distillery. Beth, our tour guide, was exceptionally friendly and knowledgeable. Apparently "The Angels' Share" was planned to be filmed at Bunnahabhain, except that the Islay ferry didn't run on the day the crew were scouting for locations, so they missed out and it was filmed in Stirling instead.
We enjoyed the refreshingly open nature of the tour, and were able to see things for real without needing a glass window to keep us away from the whisky. The tour ended with some tastings with three German gentlemen who had stolen our preferred accommodation. And to make matters worse, one had a very sinister moustache. Anyway, Beth made the tastings lots of fun and we all learnt some new tricks. After that, we had a minor battle with the coffee machine and then we giggled our way out of the distillery.
Next stop - ferry to Jura. It was at this point that my camera decided to pack it in and become and ex-camera. My guess is that it was so overwhelmed by all the stunning scenery, it just felt that it could not adequately capture the beauty and gave up on life. Boo. Thank goodness for Belinda and her photographing ways.
Five minutes later we were on the island, and went straight to the distillery for another tasting. We were guided through the expressions by a rather painted woman who startled us at the beginning by rushing out of the room because she felt unwell. Thankfully she recovered and got us through our whiskies. We had been given paper and pencils to make notes on our tastings, but Belinda and I chose to express our thoughts in picture format instead.
After lunch we went for a drive to see the sights of Jura, and found a seal sunbathing on a rock while another seal tried to convince her to get in for a swim. When we were headed back to the ferry, we did a head count and realised that Grug wasn't with us - uh oh! I blamed Neville for not keeping a better eye on him, but we found Grug just sitting by the side of the road and chatting with the Jura locals.
Once we were all safely back on Islay, we drove to Port Charlotte via some very winding roads. Plenty of sheep and cows to dodge along the way! Our hotel was a bit flash, and we pretended to fit in with the businessmen and pate loving crowd