Well, of course we came for the whisky but…

It’s the middle of summer in Scotland, so obviously it was cold, wet, and VERY windy as we boarded our second ferry, bound for the Isle of Islay.

Islay is a small island off the west coast of Scotland with about 3000 people who make some of the world’s best whisky in their nine distilleries. Their natural peat bogs provide the signature smoky flavor, and their air and water does the rest.
And we will, I swear, do our best to taste them all.

But on this cold, wet, incredibly windy mid-July day, our first stop practically out off the ferry was inspired by a small roadside sign discreetly pointing to Islay Woollen Mill. We went up the narrow lane which wound around into another world.

Gordon and Sheila Covell, Directors of the Islay Woollen Mill Co Ltd, along with their son Marcus and the rest of their team still weave their traditional patterns in wool on their century-old looms, even though their power no longer comes from the surrounding water. For the past thirty-plus years, the cloth produced by the Covells’ family-run business has not only sold around the world, but has also had starring roles in Hollywood blockbusters including Braveheart, Forrest Gump, Rob Roy, Warhorse, and The Big Friendly Giant.

Sheila Covell showed off one of her designs, a gorgeous shawl she wove. (Well, OF COURSE it came home with me!)
Slàinte Mhath!
Looks like you had a great trip. Hope the whisky went down well 🤪
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TBH I’m not a fan of super-peaty whisky. The Hub is thus delighted to accept my services as Designated Driver while he makes the sacrifice of being Designated Taster.
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Ah… Whisky isn’t one of my go-to tipples, I have to admit – peaty or otherwise.
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I love woollen MIlls. And I covet that shawl. Is it a particular tartan? The scenery is amazing.
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Apparently it’s NOT the Islay tartan (which is a muted green) but I really liked it better.
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Wow! The weather may have been wet, but whiskey and woollens kept both bodies and spirits (especially the whiskey) warm. Cheers!
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The wool shawl is doing an EXCELLENT job of warming. It’s like walking around with my entire bed draped around me.
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Great scenery, and I too want covet that shawl!
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The shawl is SOOOO good! You can borrow it next time you’re stuck someplace really cold like Scotland in the middle of summer.
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You don’t get that picturesque scenery without a wee drop of rain! My great grandfather managed three distilleries including one on Islay but neither my mother nor I could stand the taste of the stuff so that part of your trip would be wasted on me. I hope it warmed your cockles! I am drooling over the woollen mill, however, and should that shawl mysteriously disappear I’m afraid I’m another suspect for your list…
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I’m not a peaty fan either, so I’m Designated Driver. But that shawl is doing an excellent cockle-warming job.
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These machines remind me of the sari weaving factory in India! What a beautiful blue shawl! So happy you’re having FUN!
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Right? Those sari weavers we met in Paithan (Maharashtra, India) were just what I thought of too. Strong and talented women making art and a life for their family — one thread at a time.

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I thank you for your sacrifice. I can just imagine how arduous a day you must’ve had taste testing ALL that whiskey. But I am sure you rose to the challenge and gave it your all (hic)… Love the pictures too!
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It’s a tough job, but somebody’s got to do it.
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I agree with your sentiment, but I very much doubt there was any whiskey on Islay. Scotch is whisky without the e and far superior!
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What a picturesque place, Barb with a fascinating history, and fancy having something that warms the cockles of your heart and your body. x
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Okay, that’s the second cockle-warming this post. I’ve always wondered what cockles are and why they need warming, so I’ve just looked it up. According to grammarist.com,
“The term warm the cockles of one’s heart dates back to the mid-1600s, a time when scientific texts were often written in Latin. The Latin term cochleae cordis means ventricles of the heart, and most probably, the word cochleae was corrupted as cockles.”
So my corrupted ventricles are quite toasty, thank you very much for your concern.
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Thank you for that. I love the origins of words.
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“The waters that used to power the old mill still sing past its walls.” I love how you write.
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wow, that is a magical wooly whiskey world
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Thanks, Barb, for checking on that old expression… Coincidentally, my middle son who sells books…brought me round half a dozen small, fascinating books yesterday, all about British and world history, meanings of words and much other, handy information, which I had forgotten – if I ever knew it in the first place…x
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I think that’s where I need to live. I love cold wet weather and warm woolly clothes. The scenery was a fairy land. I like a more mild whisky rather than peaty but would be happy to drive around that countryside. The ferry ride…not so much.
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How wonderful! The photos are beautiful! I hope the whisky was good, glad you came home with the woolen shawl.
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Thanks for a wonderful tour and yes whiskey and Scotland go together.
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