There were new smells, fresh smells, a breeze on my nose and so much to explore. The ground was dusty, pale, with small patches of long dry grass, rising and falling as far as I could see. This was a happy place.
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It’s a long time to Spring. It always seems to be the case round here. Just a few miles from the sunshine coast, but inland the fog lingers…
Perhaps the whisky world is ready for chocolate-rich roasted malt, fermented for three weeks, cut at a dangerously early point and then aged in a white port or Tokaij cask. Perhaps not. But wouldn’t it be fun to find out?
I suppose long before the transaction and well before hindsight had a chance to kick in, I knew this wasn’t the best idea I’d ever had.
There’s a seat in this bar that’s the perfect place to sit if you’ve ever dreamed of being a private investigator in a film noir classic. You can recline in your wicker-weaved chair, or rest your forearms on the cold marble table.
The liberal application of stained glass and gothic windows, as well as the grand luxury of the Lough Bar (once the chapel), will leave you feeling regal and bordering on saintly for the duration of your stay.