An English lady in Scotland
Today I’m writing about our adventures in a single place: Dufftown. I know, the name of the town doesn’t sound very exciting and to be honest, the town isn’t. Until those two Dutchies arrived in a VW T2. The sun was shining when we decided to visit Dufftown, home to Scotlands famous Glenfiddich whisky and well maybe after this post also known for a small bistro called Noah’s Ark.
While we were parking the car an old fella knocked on my window. I was a little tired and first thought we weren’t allowed to park the car there but then he pointed at the tire. I got out of the car and saw the damage, flat tire… “I’m sorry I’m the one to bring you the bad news” the old man tells me. Well this time we are prepared. At least that’s what I thought. I got a spare tire in the van and even a jack to lift the car. However, lifting the car and having a spare tire isn’t all you need when changing a tire. I forgot the tool to get the wheel off. Very handy indeed. But whenever we have a bit of down luck, luck is around the corner. This time luck presented itself as a garage: Johnston and Stuart. Johnston or Stuart was so friendly to lend Yuri this particular tool. So now we got the three ingredients to fix a flat tire. While Yuri was trying to lift the car suddenly my jack broke which brought Miss T. right back on the solid ground.
Like I said Johnston and Stuart were just around the corner so we decide to drive the car there, escorted by an ambulance this time. Luck was on our side again. Ten minutes to five and Johnston and Stuart would close in ten minutes. Mr. Johnston or Stuart helped us fix the flat tire in about five minutes. A record? For us it definitely is. Besides the bad luck of having a flat tire, which is about the first time in my thirty years of life, we had quite the luck that it happened in Dufftown, 100 meters away from a Garage. Which was still open!
She was very concerned about Brexit. What would happen now? How will this influence the future of Britain. She voted to remain in the European Union. And why did Cameron did what he did? From Brexit we went on to the Scots, a proud nation who would love to be standing on their own two feet now. According to her they hate her accent, Queens English. They can’t understand her, her bistro Noah’s Ark and her shop. Being a Whisky and Wellness shop. Whisky and Wellness you think? Yep, I’ll get back to that later. The lady doesn’t drink and she doesn’t understand the fuzz about Whisky. There is so much more, why only focus on whisky?