Whisky in a cave?

I got woken up by Zehra this morning who unexpectedly came back to the cottage at 06:30am and was rummaging around. Not sure why, but it's easier not to ask.

But that's not a good way to wake up and start the day, which got worse when I was asked if I wanted to make breakfast.

Of course the answer had to be no given the circumstances, but I did offer to make some killer espressos.

Ewan decided to stay and after waving his family off went on a walk with him and Zehra for a "Picnic at Hanging Rock".

We still managed to get lost and ended up following Erraid's infinite coastline probably designed by Salrtibartfast given its complexity.


I had a lovely chat with Ewan, how he came to be beaten up by The Met's worst and was grilled by him about life under Thatcher. He's 19 so of course Cameron is his first taste of Tory mindset.

We found the Hanging Rock and an ominous looking rope that was needed to get down a steep face to the tidal bay and entrance to a cave. Another rope awaiting us to get up to this hidden, deep and black cave.

I was told to bring a torch and thank god I did, because at the back of a dark cave is a box of matches, some candles and a bottle of whisky!


Apparently a tradition to find the hanging rock hidden away, get down to the bottom, back up to the cave and enjoy a dram of whisky.

Yes, a second week is looking good already