I 100% had on the right boots today! We took the tiny ferry to Jura with two purposes in mind. No surprise that a stop at the
distillery was up first.
But I will digress for a minute. This island has one road, a single track road, for 32 miles with just passing places where one car pulled over and the other goes by. No lights, no stop signs, no round abouts and barely any traffic really.
It challenges my impression of remote. Oh yes there is one tiny store, a hotel, a post office, an elementary school and a cafe/craft sale spot. But Big David from the Distillery, along with his wife and two kids, are as happy as can be.I know this because we met him and his happy dog on the Market Loch trail. A strapping young man whose stride up the hill was tremendous. We knew at once he was local; no water bottle or back pack, no hesitation in his step. It was an afternoon jaunt for him. We had a great exchange and if we’d stuck around for the night he would have found Ron a bottle of Jura Prophecy; which is no longer available. He’s a dot in the distance in this photo.
The distillery did net us a good chat with the shop attendant and a tasting or two. Plus a couple of little bottles for a wee dram to ward off the cold.Amazing as it seems we actually were quite warm for about 10 minutes today! Sunshine, protected from the wind and we were climbing steeply up the hillside. We actually stayed warm enough to lunch without our jackets on.
I’d love to post about a hundred more photos and write a lot more stories but a)it’s already late because we sat in the bicycle shed and drank scotch with the other guests and the owners and b)the Internet herr isn’t intended for heavy use I guess.It’s the first trip in 38 years that I haven’t kept a diary. I feel like I may regret it because the blog post only covers a tiny bit of what we did today because a)time, b)space inside the blog, c)no one would read entries that long and d)it’s late and e)I had to video chat with a certain little someone.