Last Friday George Clarke's team phoned to say they were in Scotland and they wanted to film the various bits and bobs we have going on at Inshriach. That was just the kick in the proverbial a**e that we needed. On Friday there was nothing in the bar apart from a half hearted attempt at the bar itself, there was also nothing but tools in what subsequently became the piano bar, and not a stick of stock in the shop. And half the windows were out and there were no lights.
In went the piano, some corner cupboards from the barn, a pair of spectacular and slightly soggy green gold velour armchairs, loads of stuff from the tip, blackboards, a dressers worth of dubious booze and some pub lights. Money changed hands but only to the tune of the £40 it took to have the last 3 signs made up and for the bottle of wine it took to hang them at 1 in the morning.
So this is how it looks now. Next stage is to build a new hen house and evict the chickens because at some point in the next fortnight some lovely copper stills are arriving the distillery can be commissioned.