Well…in spite of a tumultuous ride of late (or perhaps because of it?), a small contingent of us are indeed bound for Islay in a few weeks. Long time readers will likely recall both 2010 and 2012 excursions to this land of bog and brine, as those were documented day by day, but perhaps less glamorously documented were the rainchecked trips scheduled for 2014 and 2015. Suffice it to say, this four year break between visits to my ‘home away from home’ has been far too long.
I’m pretty clear about my biases here on ATW. My love for Islay, its malts and all its trappings are well and truly acknowledged here. It should come as no surprise that this little island feels like home to me. I’ll go one step further: in a way it’s really the only place on earth where I feel completely relaxed and at home. I was a kid who moved a lot, and have either maintained that nomadic tendency throughout adulthood, or settled for spells in places that held little appeal. This comment greatly offended my wife at one point, so let me clarify: emotionally, home is wherever my family is, of course, but geographically (and sentimentally, I suppose) home feels more like Islay.
The people are great. The land is beautiful. The pace is slow. The air bracing. Life…just seems to make more sense there.
Anyway…time to start documenting things here. Feel free to read along as we go, or wait for the reviews and such in between.
39 days ’til wheels up.