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distillery, I was encouraged to sniff
the inside of a sherry cask and then
a bourbon cask, the better to
understand the difference in aging
processes among the distillery’s
various Singleton products.
Rothiemurchus
Estate
Yes, it was a fun and busy week.
We passed lochs and glens and kyles
and fields of strawberry and heather.
I felt compelled to ask our guide
to point out the precise moment
when we crossed from the Scottish
Midlands into the Highlands, and
she did. The train travels on shared
national railway lines, and then
at night the conductor pulls to
a siding so passengers get a
peaceful night’s rest.
Options for daytime activities
include golf, fishing, walks and
castle visits. A highlight of our trip
was the 16th-century Ballindalloch
Castle, ancestral home of the
Macpherson-Grants, who still live
there. But they’re not the only
old family on the property: the
Ballindalloch Aberdeen Angus cattle
are acknowledged to be the oldest
Angus herd in the world, directly
descended from the native cattle
of northeastern Scotland.
A morning’s shoot
A visit to Glen Ord
The clock at
The Balmoral
Hotel
A couple of nights on board are
designated formal, with black tie
for men (kilts are encouraged). The
food is worthy of dress up; there are
Michelin-starred chefs in Scotland
whose careers have included a stint
aboard the Royal Scotsman. On my
way to bed one night I peeked into
the darkened galley car to see
sheets of dough that had been rolled
out and left to rise overnight before
being baked into breakfast pastries.
But my breakfast treat was a
kipper, which I’d never tasted before.
Kippers make an appearance at
breakfast in just about every
19th-century English novel I’ve
ever read, but the diminutivesounding name always made me
assume a kipper was a little thing
like a sardine. It’s actually a whole
smoked herring—and delicious—
served grilled with a dab of butter.
Among my fellow travelers were
Woodside residents Klaus and Hella
Honeker. Since Klaus is a vintage
train buff, this was the couple’s
fourth trip aboard a luxury train,
and he called it “by far the most
comfortable, best-organized and
friendliest journey yet.
One evening we had a visitor on
board: a Highlander in full regalia
who posed as a comrade of Andrew
de Moray and William Wallace at the
Ballindalloch Castle
Battle of Stirling Bridge in 1297.
(His distinguished military service
appeared to span several centuries.)
He entertained us with some
historical lore and then invited
questions.
“What’s in the sporran?” someone
asked, referring to the pouch
hanging from the front of his
kilt. “Oats,” he replied. The old
highlanders were lean and mean,
and often a handful of oats was
an afternoon’s sustenance.
We all contemplated that as we
sipped our after-dinner coffee and
passed around a plate of chocolates.
This story originally appeared
in different format in the Nob
Hill Gazette.
Fredric’s stay was hosted by
Belmond, but as always his thoughts
and opinions are his own.
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