THE JOYS OF VARIOUS THINGS
The Islay Festival is always a special time of the year, there is just something about that jewel of an island, its distilleries, the people, the remoteness… the list just goes on. Let’s not forget the whiskies of course. One thing that Islay does best, and I guess it goes with most island travel, is thwart the best laid plans of mice and men, and this year it was my turn to be caught up by Mother Nature. There are only a few things worse than standing in the departure lounge waiting for a flight to board, then to see the word ‘delayed’ spring up in luminous green on the board. One of these is when, and for those of you that know Islay’s very small and intimate airport I’m sure can…