A lazy morning around the house with Mark. Mark’s boyfriend Nigel is due later in the afternoon to join us for dinner, but first — today’s tourist activity.
The Plymouth Gin distillery in lovely old town Plymouth, England.
It was a lovely tour — in fact, I do believe that it ranks near the top of the distillery tours that I’ve taken — and that is quite a few.
A lovely tour guide, small group, one cutie, watered down nosing samples of the Plymouth Gin and a tipple of their Sloe Gin (which I was prepared to dislike but it was lovely, not the sweet stuff from the states) followed by a 1 pound off coupon and a chit for a free Gin and Tonic up in the Refectory Bar (which is worth a visit on its own).
I picked up a bottle of Plymouth Gin for Mindi to try (it really is good), and will get some for my mother to try as well since she’s looking fora new house gin (ever since the demise of Tanquarey Mallaca Gin some eight years ago). For myself I picked up a 35 pound bottle of 57.1% by volume single malt from the Chivas family of distilleries that they have a relation with. That’s my yummy sipping whiskey for the rest of the trip — hopefully there will be some for Jeff to try once I’m back in Dublin.
For today’s humorous photo we have:
By the time we were done sightseeing, Nigel had arrived at the house with his dog Doogie/Google (depending on the mood of owner or dog, not sure)…
Nigel’s mum had packed a ton of food so instead of roasting the chicken we’d bought we ploughed trough an amazing salted ham quiche and some salad. There is a whole additional pie, a cake, and a ton of other food that she sent along. I doubt we will starve.
Late in the evening we were joined by Nigel’s friend for a bit before they both left to do a little clubbing. After that dinner the two Mark’s were ready for their respective beds.
[? ? ? — feeling like a cow]
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