Our trip to Glenkinchie using public transport from Edinburgh was definitely an adventure. I expected the UK to be rainy, but unfortunately didn't bring proper shoes. The trek to Glenkinchie involves a 45 minute long bus ride, and then walking for about two miles to the distillery on a dirt road. I knew this would be unpleasant, but I couldn't rationalize not TRYING to go. So we went.
We waited at the bus stop for nearly 30 minutes because the bus was late. This didn't seem so surprising, given the weather conditions. We met some nice Germans from Dresden who were also making the trek to Glenkinchie, and chatted them up. At least we had friends to accompany us on our trek! On the bus ride, we saw flooded playgrounds (water up to the tall beam of swingsets), suggesting that this long spell of rain was not to be expected. Lucky us.
Almost to the end of the line, and the bus pulls over, and the driver in his thick Scottish accent tells us we must get off and board a van. I kid you not, we boarded a van (the four of us) that took us to the end of the line. We were hoping he would magically drive us to the distillery, but alas, he dropped us off two miles out and we made our trek in the sprinkling rain. The rain could have been much worse, but I'm not sure my shoes would have noticed; they were soaked through after 10 minutes of walking. Parts of the road were covered in water, resulting in attempts to cross at the shallowest part. Hey, my shoes were already wet! Did it really matter, at that point?
In the last half mile to the distillery, after clearing the path for several cars who drove right past us, a car pulls up and offers us a ride to the distillery. Wet, cold, and uncomfortable, we warned him that we would dampen his car, but he took us on anyway and drove us the last half mile to our destination.
By the time we finally got to the distillery, there were actually tons of other tourists there, who looked at us with a bit of disdain. Ah, the things we do for scotch.
The guy who gave us the tour was great, and we paid for the premium tasting at the end. It was here that I discovered my love for Islay malts (Lagavulin is delicious) after previously categorically rejecting them based on the barbecue smoke flavor. Josh K. even picked up a souvenir glass.
They are owned by Diageo, and there is definitely a corporate feel to the whole distillery. I learned a lot though, and overall, it was worth the day's excursion. This could be the effect of buying an expensive mattress (you've already spent the money/time anyway, so you might as well extoll the virtues rather than making yourself feel worse), but I would not have been satisfied had we not attempted to make it out here. read more