Thursday, the 12th December
Banana lassi and an interesting cocktail |
Lunch menu starter |
Off to the castle we go. It is obviously an expensive tourist trap, but JS has never been, I have not been for over 20 years and given the season and time of the day, it seems like a good idea, as there should be fewer people. In fact, it is pretty much deserted. The downside of this season is it also gets dark around 15:30, so the views from the courtyard, we do not see much.
This one, we do, though |
We spend a lot of time in the army museum, pause in front of the 1 o'clock cannon (what time does it go off, we are never told!), take a shot of Mons Meg in the night before finishing the visit with the Crown and Honours of Scotland. I had distant memories of this part: a long, meandering exhibition that ends in an overly-crowded room where the Honours are on display. I managed to get a quick glimpse the first time, before being rushed away, stuck between many sweaty tourists, sticking their necks out in an attempt to see something. How different today is, I cannot even begin to translate. There is a guard in the room (of course), us, and... no, that is all. A third visitor joins us after a few minutes, that is it. We have ample time to study the craftmanship of the crown and the sceptre, which both illustrate the Auld Alliance with an omnipresent combination of lily flowers and thistles. There is no point describing the majesty that emanates from the items -- better go see them and make up your own opinion. No photo allowed inside, by the way.
Boom. |
The Royal Mile (the long, straight road that links the castle to the Hollyrood Palace is tourists' heaven and the essence of everything our Scottish friends loathe: Nessie plush toys, cheap tartan, bagpipe recordings, toffee, Walker shortbread and souvenir whisky. It is also, however, home to several very serious ports of call for whisky enthusiasts. How those specialist shops can put up with the constant requests for, 'I'd like a Scotch whisky for my [insert relative's role], not sure what they like, price, kinda mid-range. Can you help me?' I do not know. It makes it difficult to engage a more enlightened conversation with the staff (by "enlightened," I mean something as pedestrian as, 'Have you tried the recent St Magdalene and how is it, please?') Very likely, they are in speak-to-unknowledgeable-tourist mode by default.
We try a Mortlach at the Whisky Trail (their own, bottled by GMP), the recent Allt-A-Bhainne and Balblair at Cadenhead's, while spotting several interesting things mostly everywhere. Royal Mile has a particularly impressive couple of shelves, though no price is indicated, which is worrying. I ask and it is indeed frightening (3500£ for a Brora 1972 RMS, I do not even bother checking which one).
It is too early in the trip to buy anyway, but we do take notes and, if the Cadenhead's guy is initially sharp and rather disagreeable (i.e. in speak-to-unknowledgeable-tourist mode), he agrees to keep a bottle on the side for a couple of days with no further guarantee than a first name, which is rather nice. Remember this, I will come back to it.
We decide it is time to rinse our gobs (we are foolishly not carrying a bottle and are close to dehydration) and head for the B&B... but miserably fail at leaving another shop alone. They have a tempting Imperial, as well as a Littlemill from an obscure bottler -- both affordable on their own... if we had not already found multiple targets. As we are ruling them out, we are asked whether we want to taste something. Never one to say no (that would be rude), we are given the choice between Dalmore 12yo OB, Jura Superstition OB and a Fettercairn OB. This last one is the only one I have not tried, so it is the obvious choice. The Whyte & Mackay representative (W&M own all those distilleries) is as passionate as he is friendly, which means we chat at length, completely neglecting the rest of the staff (us) and the other customers (him). It turns out he appears in a documentary we saw a few weeks ago, which is highly amusing. After a while, we still do make it back to the B&B with headaches from lack of water. Some refreshments and a shower put me back on track for the rest of the evening. Supper is still out of scope (Full of Indian food, still), but we want to visit the SMWS. After that experience, we make our way to the B&B once more and I catch The Dilemma on the box. It is a rather terrible film.
Friday, the 13th December
Hearty it is, too! |
It is an easy walk to the station, we are well on time for the train to Pitlochry.
Atholl Palace |
Hu! |
After about half a kilometre on the road, we take a path around Atholl Palace into the (very peaceful) park, then forest and fields. In the first field, on the first corner, we come across a dead owl, completely unharmed. While we try to understand how it died, lots of birds (tits, a redbreast and chaffinches) go about their business in the trees behind us. Trying to observe them, I spot a red squirrel, which pumps adrenaline into my system. Further across the fields, we pass Caisteal Dubh Maohlinn, a 13th-century stronghold I had mistaken for a fortified farm. The site is rather poetic, if lodged in the middle of a pasture. The view from there is impressive, all surrounded by hills. The wind has gathered flocks of clouds against some of those. The sky above is also becoming very dark and dramatic.
We hit the road again in Moulin and follow it to our next halt: Edradour distillery. It starts raining about halfway. A lady we come across is quite annoyed with her broken umbrella. Fortunately, it stops raining right when we reach the distillery. It is shut (we knew it), but the setting will look better on photograph, now that the sun is shining. There is a funny note on the portal from someone who was obviously not as well informed, 'Thank you for updating your Web site!'
Call that a fall? |
Nah! That's a fall! |
Further up the road, we reach Pitlochry for a bit of bottle spotting and some purchases, before we head back to the B&B. Quick shower, then we are off to the Auld Smiddy Inn for great food (roasted salmon on tagliatelle for JS, pork belly with sausage slices and Dauphinois gratin for me) and dodgy wine.
After supper, I want to explore the bar at the B&B: interesting selection -- mostly basic bottlings, but some were bottled in the 1980s at the latest. The level on the interesting ones is scaringly low, however. A quick sniff confirms they have all suffered an agonising evaporation. Although the prices are reasonable, I refuse to pay for something that is clearly not going to be enjoyable. I warn the hostess about the risks of keeping open bottles with a low level for so long, but it falls on deaf ears, I fear.
Clo(i)chard Pl. |
Saturday, the 14th December
Better night and better breakfast to come (rösti and bacon and brie for me, salmon on scrambled eggs for JS). Once replenished, we decide to finish watching the film (still meh) before hitting the shops.
WIN! |
Full of good too |
Once there, I leave JS at the station, because I am a man on a mission: Cadenhead's closes at 17:30, it is late already, we are heavily loaded and the B&B is in the opposite way. I need to go solo for this hit-and-run. I rush there, wait for hours for the previous tourists to get their goodies, then finally get the guy's attention. He addresses me by first name, asks me how Pitlochry was and confirms the bottle I wanted. Not so disagreeable today, eh? He asks whether I still want the second one as well, but I decline, as I cannot afford it, today. I pay promptly, then I spot an unmarked bottle on the shelf, with an open book by it: it turns out to be a bottle of Auchnagie, recovered from the wreck of SS Wallachia. Needless to say I am a LITTLE excited to see such a historic piece. It is not for sale, only for the show -- not that I could afford it anyway.
The humble lounge |
Off to shops again to spend more money we do not have on things we will never be given access to again. Although our host gave us plenty of recommendations for places to eat, we end up settling for supper at Albanach, which came recommended by the Whyte & Mackay representative, the other day. Their selection is good to very good, with sensible prices too (we can unfortunately not afford the absolute top of the shelf this time, but hope to be back soon).
The room is OK too... |
What this is, we will never know |
Sunday, the 15th December
Pineapple from the garden, naturally |
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