A year of firsts
There’s something about this time of year that has me in a perpetually reminiscent mood. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that I haven’t felt my toes for about three weeks now, thanks to the ever-increasingly cold winter nights and it has me closing my eyes and picturing where I was around three months ago. Louisville, touring around an array of distilleries, to be exact. I can just about remember how it felt to be sitting in 95°F, a temperature in which I could last approximately 10 minutes before exclaiming, “TOO HOT” to my long-suffering colleague. Then it was a swift return to the sanctuary of the airconditioning. What I would give for that now – I even miss the humidity. This was perhaps the perfect preparation for my…