The Ilich, the people of this island, are a superstitious lot.
They say that the Gods shine on Bruichladdich like no other, and no matter how appalling the weather has been, the sun will always shine on Bruichladdich Day.
Last year a fierce hurricane battered Islay, but by some divine intervention the eye of the storm passed on the Bruichladdich Sunday - and the sun shone. This year, our twelfth Bruichladdich day, the weather was unbeatable, just magnificent: the breeze was warm and temperatures soared to 30 degrees.
Bruichladdich day, part of the Feis IIe, is all about good music, food, drink, humour and conviviality. It's a gathering, a ceillidh, nothing particularly happens, it just is.
There were two master classes: Jim's quasi-religious experience previewing a number of new bottlings such as PC10 and standing on table tops; and for the first time a stirling performance by The Young Guns, presented by the youthful and engaging distillery manager Allan Logan, Joanne Brown and Craig Johnstone, featuring younger aged spirits such as Islay barley. A very good tasting.
Skerryvore played their wonderful uplifting music, Robin Laing played his amusing songs - mainly Bruichladdich compositions, but later, much later, one about a blow up doll...
Islay Ales and Bruichladdich whisky (and gin) flowed. The cocktail tent offered Whizzbangs (with The Organic) from a 1934 Savoy Cocktail recipe; Celery Sours (with Botanist Gin) invented by Jason Scott; and Sneaky Peat (Port Charlotte) created by Alan Fisher.
Excellent local produce was on offer, not only to drink, but to eat: oysters, Islay surf and turf, strawberries and cream etc. A real treat. A great day.
Next year we will need all the luck of the Gods - it will be the thirteenth...