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Ardbeg day … celebrating the finer things in life

Being fifty-something, I’ve worked out a few of my favourite things. One of them is something Julie Andrews never sang about: single malt whisky, particularly the smoky, peat-filled expressions produce on Islay, a remote island in the Scottish Inner Hebrides. Mr P has a connection to Islay. His cousin (maybe removed once or twice) is… Continue reading Ardbeg day … celebrating the finer things in life