In the Welsh Wind
Sweeping in off the Irish Sea, the Welsh Wind can be full of sound and fury, sharp with rain, or soft and gentle, a breath of air, a ripple across the grasses and wild flower meadows where we forage for some of our botanicals. The wind which sometimes cradles, sometimes buffets, the distillery is the wind that blew through our blocks as we made our way around Wales, whispering around us as we went. Our first blog was called In the Welsh Wind – a diary of our travels around Wales, there for our family and friends to keep up...
