All round the Scottish coastline, even in the remotest parts, there are place names such as Port Bhan or White Port in either Gaelic or English. These signify little coves in which our seafaring ancestors could land a small boat, if caught by a storm.
Needless to say, these make ideal places to stop for either a late breakfast or an early luncheon.
In this case, it was just past 11am, so it was an early luncheon. Phil was most concerned as he momentarily couldn't find the Glenlivet anywhere and a luncheon without Glenlivet... why, it is no luncheon at all. Indeed, it should only be considered as a late breakfast!
David then spread our victuals out. A bottle of fine vintage port, some extra mature Stilton, some pheasant pate and crackers.
We scoffed the lot, then washed it down with the Glenlivet and all before the sun had passed the yardarm.
From this day hence, let this cove be known as PORT STILTON!
