Posted by: Nick
Our week exploring the peated wonders of Islay has sadly come to a close. We’ve loved every drop and had some proper crackers. And lastly, we’ve reminisced about Islay itself – the beautiful Hebridean island which we would both return to in a heartbeat. To conclude our celebrations I wanted to share a poem I composed while on the island a few years ago. I was so taken with the place (and under the influence of several peated drams) that I thought I could only express myself in rhyme. Merry Christmas fellow wafflers!
Out in the Atlantic Ocean lies
an island of my hearts desire.
With salty air and peat smoke rife
the spiritual home of the water of life.
Its sunny skies and rugged coast
but friendly locals I’ll miss the most.
I’ll always long for that familiar burn
and hope one day I shall return.