The conversation about malt whisky reminds me of what I think was the last "whole family" holiday before the older girls started going off to the Med with friends. We were on Kintyre (no less) (with hindsight, we must have been close to you Soop, but this was probably 1991 and you were doubtless elsewhere ) in a lodge overlooking a sealoch and had a Topper dinghy for sailing, 3 bikes for the girls, 4 hard hats for the pony trekking, and our black Labrador Islay with us. One day we did a day trip to her namesake island (ferry and service bus) including a tour of the Bowmore distillery. I assumed we would have to tie the dog up outside, but no, they assured me she could do the tour with us!! So she padded through the grains and whatever with no regard for Elfin Safety and was provided with a dish of water when we got to the generous
tasting at the end.
"Museum of Islay life" see what I did there??