Saturday, January 07, 2017

Everything Behind Fences

Everything here is fenced off.  If it's not fenced off, its owner doesn't value it.  From what I understand, property law is, to put it mildly, "fluid."  So all the fences are a way of claiming things.  I just wish they could at least have prettier fences.

I also wonder about the tunnel to the second floor below.  Is it an escape route?











Our Classroom

Yes, I'm a nerd.  I was enchanted by the room Glengoyne uses as a classroom.  It just gives me warm fuzzies with the whole quasi-science lab vibe.  I had a great time in it, even before the class started.  Look at the mock ups of the still pots and stirrers!  Aren't they beautiful?  And sample bottles and jars ... heaven.  Plus just plain room to spread out.  I miss that kind of room.  I don't have it at home.





Friday, January 06, 2017

Working On The Middle Road

Two more rectangles done, and I truly love the one that looks like it's been quilted.  Working away somewhat diligently!

Irony

The sign says not to throw trash on the side of the road.  It's obviously followed.  At least it's not as bad as some places, where the sign poles are covered in litter.

Walk Around Glengoyne



We took a walk around the distillery.  It's quite small, less than three acres.  The cupola is old and was used as a vent in the malting room when they malted barley on site.

The wide shot shows how rural the distillery is, and the glass etched retort door is just plain neat.  That one was shot from the indoors out.

The waterfalls in back are the original ones they drew water from.  They're not used now, but instead draw water from farther up the hills.  

And finally, I found some new to me plants.  They were so pretty against the ferns, and hanging on to their greenery through December.
















Wednesday, January 04, 2017

Begin The Belly

I'm definitely making some progress.  This piece still makes me smile when I look at it.

To The Distillery

Yup, our appointment for the master class at Glengoyne was at ten in the morning.  They were already busy making whiskey.  The sky was cloudy, and it was chilly.  Not really the weather you'd expect in Scotland in December, though.  Everything was still green and the temperature was well above freezing.