Sipping Speyside
“It’s when I’m sat at the top of Carn Daimh, looking out onto the sweeping green, amber and bronze hills with a glass of Glenlivet in my hand, that I realise how much I love both Scotland and whisky.”
“It’s when I’m sat at the top of Carn Daimh, looking out onto the sweeping green, amber and bronze hills with a glass of Glenlivet in my hand, that I realise how much I love both Scotland and whisky.”
To drink, or not to drink, that is the question. Allow me to lead you in digesting tragedy with whisky until things look a little rosier (with apologies, in advance, to William Shakespeare)…