Islay
Yesterday, I spent hours navigating single track roads to get to the CalMac terminal at Kennacraig to catch the last ferry of the day to Islay. After some nervous moments watching lorries bounce up and down the boarding ramps I gingerly embarked Vittoria without grounding as I feared. One fellow passenger was a young man about the age I was when the sight of a Ferrari Dino made it essential for me to make a real effort in life. His enthusiasm reminded me of that day. I hope Vittoria inspires him to aspire as that Dino did me.
She has inspired words of admiration wherever we have been so far. Every male service station cashier, every male hotel employee has admonished me "enjoy your car" I am not one to respond well to the imperative voice, but I fully intend to comply.
The roads on Islay are built on the peat that flavours the local whiskies and in consequence rise and fall alarmingly. Given Vittoria's low ground clearance, and the locals' better knowledge of their terrain, I was cautious enough to have the humiliation of being overtaken by a landrover towing a trailer. I must finally be growing up, because I saw the joke. I hope the local farmer enjoyed telling the tale.
After a superb late dinner, I tore myself away from the live music in the Port Charlotte Hotel so as not to keep up mine host at the B&B where I was to lay my head. He was genial enough about my late arrival to offer a "dram" as a nightcap, over which we exchanged as much data as men will in such circumstances. Now, well rested and well breakfasted, I am off to tour the distilleries of Bruichladdich and Laphroaig, with lunch in the cafe at Ardbeg in between. This programme will not be much affected by the fine, soft rain that is making Scotland look like herself, rather than the strange sunny paradise of recent days. Slainte!
Tom Paine, the Ferrari driving Bill Bryson. Very entertaining. I loved that misty rain when I was in the islands.
Posted by: Colin Campbell | Thursday, April 24, 2008 at 01:31 PM
Why will this thing not remember me? No matter how many times I click the remember personal info box. Mutter, complain, grumble.
Just wanted to say I like CC's comment. Except it should be the Maserati driving Bill Bryson. I'll bet you are having a heart attack every time you hit a low spot in the road.
Posted by: jmb | Friday, April 25, 2008 at 03:08 AM
Glad you made it and enjoyed the run to Lochinver. The roads around are an absolute blast and the scenery of Assynt breathtaking, unlike anywhere else.
I hope you will get to take the run south through Rannoch Moor. Majestic.
Interested to hear your take on the various malts.
Roger.
Posted by: Roger Thornhill | Friday, April 25, 2008 at 04:41 PM
Oops. Shows how much I watch Top Gear. Actually I did watch it last night as I dosed on the couch. It made me sleepy.
Posted by: Colin Campbell | Sunday, April 27, 2008 at 02:50 AM
have you ever considered a second car for running around a bit faster on those rainy, bumpy roads?
at $40,000, it's a bargain to boot...and if it acquires a dent or two after a hard day on the roads--who's to worry?
Posted by: fake consultant | Saturday, May 03, 2008 at 01:40 AM