Friday, 24 July 2015

Malt and Music

We went on a rather unusual camping trip last weekend, and there will be a little about it in my next post, but first I wanted to share a bit about our life last night.

There are the occasional times when a decent bottle of malt whisky is cracked open in this house, with a view to getting some serious 'down time'.

Nearly always going into the early hours of the morning, two, three, four o'clock in the morning, there have been poker games, chat as we all put the world to rights, fire pits and deep conversation.
Yesterday was a stressful day. The van broke down YET again, and blessed as we do feel to own such a mechanical dream, she is going into the garage for one last try to re-susitate her. A shiny new one is being delivered to our local showroom in a couple of days. In royal blue she has all the modern technological trimmings, but we haven't told our current van as the dear old lady is too frail to take the news. 

Needing to switch off mentally, we both got out the Lagavulin malt whisky last night, watched Ali McBeal cd's until midnight, and then hit youtube music until early this morning. We got to bed eventually, and this morning one song is stuck in my mind. I think this guy is a class act.


  1. ~ Learning to live again. ~ Yes.

    Sorry about your poor old van. Your new one will be a dream to drive.

    I had to look up Lagavulin malt whisky. It sounds really nice, but a bit out of my price range at the moment. :-) Maybe one day I'll be able to enjoy it.

    Have a nice weekend and a great upcoming week.


    1. Hi Lorraine,
      It's a beautiful thought provoking song. Not like the usual Foo Fighters stuff. I never used to drink scotch, but Amanda's family on her father's side come from Scotland, and I was introduced to it by her grand father George, a kind, tough and intelligent man who was raised in the Gorbals in Glasgow. There are many really good malt whiskies, but Lagavulin, Laphroig and Knockando are my favourites. You must try a glass one day.

  2. Just in time for me- learning to live again. I must remember it,

  3. Gary,
    I can think of no better way to take the edge off a rough day. – G

  4. I'll leave the whisky drinking to you, Gary. I had a Scottish mother and the cure for a bad cold throughout my childhood was whisky and honey in hot water - I don't associate the drink with being in the best of health! (But glad you and Amanda had a mellow night.)