Saturday 1 – Wednesday 5 July 2023

The island division
of bold DMC-ers,
The clarion call of
the wilds in their ears,

Set sail for a few days
spent in slow Islay time,
Where magic (and whisky)
caused this writer to rhyme…

They swam in the cold sea
then warmed up with a dram,
Consumed nightly cheese boards
without giving a damn.

A spell they fell under
– too soon, return sailing,
A few heading onward
– the west wind prevailing.

Not a dram left unquaffed;
each distillery covered,
And, looking back with a
smile, they discovered:

With good pals and fine drams,
Green hills and warm beaches;
The love of this wild land and life,
Islay teaches.

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