As a meeting of great minds came to pass in the presence of
brochs, it was felt that the experience should be repeated in a pub somewhere and
that we should all get together for a meal. It had to be somewhere with good
beer but also somewhere that did home-cooked food. There weren’t that many
places in the guide, and for some reason we picked on the opposite side of the
island. I insisted on drinking that night but as a compromise I volunteered to
drive to the distillery, which ironically was just down the road from the pub. We
left the car in its car park and headed down the steps and into the cosy inn.
We secured a table stuck at the back with some lovely stone walls. Only one
beer was available but I learnt that a second was on when the rest of our group
arrived.
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