Castle Rock

Up town to meet Mr Shouting for a most enjoyable blether in Cairngorm. And another day of blue skies fairly lifts the spirits. Onward then up the back of the castle to get a bottle for MrT’s 70th. Having collected a hundred squidders, the Glenfarclas 21yo at £99 fairly leapt off the shelf at me. The 1953 at £13,250 stayed there.
It being late afternoon by this time, the next meet up was with PT at the Herringbone to plan our upcoming sail. Jeesus, the price of beer in that place. I’d have been better drinking the whisky on a park bench. At least the grey (white?) beard wouldn’t look out of place there.