Sitting here in my comfy chair this evening, I hear the rain gently pitter-pattering on the window, the fire crackling, the ferry's horn sounding as it negotiates the S-turn of Riche's Passage and the sea lions barking (or are they calling to me)? I reach for my glass only to find it empty! It was only recently fully-charged with a nice smoky, single malt or, as the Gaelic say, “Water of Life”. Off to the corking station! That's what I call the cabinet where I keep my collection of single malt whiskeys, wine and other mind-altering substances. Surveying the labels (Oban, Islay, Mull, Skye), my mind wanders to my memories of padding the Inner Hebrides (yes, there is a single malt from Mull called Tobermory). I am now thinking that my two old vices, single malt and paddling (although my wife, Kris, probably believes I have more than these two) are perhaps only one interrelated watery way of life! Slainte Mhat!
2008-03-04
Water of Life
Sitting here in my comfy chair this evening, I hear the rain gently pitter-pattering on the window, the fire crackling, the ferry's horn sounding as it negotiates the S-turn of Riche's Passage and the sea lions barking (or are they calling to me)? I reach for my glass only to find it empty! It was only recently fully-charged with a nice smoky, single malt or, as the Gaelic say, “Water of Life”. Off to the corking station! That's what I call the cabinet where I keep my collection of single malt whiskeys, wine and other mind-altering substances. Surveying the labels (Oban, Islay, Mull, Skye), my mind wanders to my memories of padding the Inner Hebrides (yes, there is a single malt from Mull called Tobermory). I am now thinking that my two old vices, single malt and paddling (although my wife, Kris, probably believes I have more than these two) are perhaps only one interrelated watery way of life! Slainte Mhat!
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