It was for a 70cl bottle of the Single Highland one. It is moreish. Drank quarter of a bottle of it to take the edge off the hangover and general tiredness from last night. Why I felt the need to get bladdered last night I don't know; you can just buzz off all the people and the sounds bouncing off the stones and all that!
I'm not usually a whisky drinker but I've always equated Glenmorangie with being something special and so because it was discounted I thought I'd indulge. Incidently, I was at the smallest whisky distillery in Scotland the other week while on a residential trip up at Pitlochrie. Their whisky is nice but I preferred one I tried, possibly from one of the Hebrides, which tasted and smelt like peat, it was really dark and aromatic and just generally lovely. I can't remember the name of it though!
Also last night I found a
Weasel or
Stoat pelt, probably dropped by one of the pagans up there but it was about to get trampled into the ground by everyone so I picked it up and took it home to rest on my speakers. In fact, have a pic of it:
Apologies for the rest of the pic but I can't be bothered to take another one of it and upload it and all that. I am certainly anti-fur but I am also anti waste and the fur was so soft and in such good condition that would really have been a pity for it to have been destroyed. I think it's a
Weasel or something. I would like to be corrected though if possible.
The best bit about last night though is meeting up with people who you hardly ever see. I think that was one of the original points of the solstice ceremonies, as a meeting time and place for people before clocks were invented. Also the vibe there is something else, as the sky is lighting up and the sun slowly rising and the drums and cheers getting louder and faster, it's proper good. It's such a pity when it's over though. I feel sad now
I miss it all, even though it was less than 24 hours ago that I was up there!!!