Whisky Magazine Issue 112
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Dave looks at the rise in fortunes of Tamdhu Distillery
The road to Tamdhu seemed to be a fairly simple one, even for one who doesn't drive. Train from Edinburgh to Aberdeen, change trains to Elgin, then taxi to the distillery. The timings, for once, seemed perfect. I imagined drawing up gently with a crunch of gravel just as the first dram was being poured at the reopening. Time to work on the train, look out the window (which in this game also counts as work), read, listen to music...you get the drift.
The route began spectacularly with a rattle across the Forth Rail Bridge. The we stopped. I gazed at the battleship grey waters. Read the paper. Gazed again, upstream this time. Minutes passed. Then quarters. The river was moving quicker than we were. Seagulls taunted our static situation.
Forty minutes later we began to move again, though by now the connection in Aberdeen would be missed, the taxi lost, the chances of lunch (nevermind the welcoming dram) fast receding.
Then, at Aberdeen, everything changed. The train firm laid on taxis to take folk to their destination stations. I got out at Huntly, met the driver who was going to pick me up at Elgin and, with a crunch of gravel arrived at Tamdhu just as the first dram was being poured.
It struck me that this was something of a metaphor for this distillery.
After all, Tamdhu was a Railway Still, one of the many plants which were built on the right side of the tracks, giving them access to the blending houses of the sout...