"I am so tired! Why does it
seem like weíve been flying for a week? Letís find somewhere to rest,
Bruce," Bonnie complained.
Bruce looked down at the
countryside below. Woods, rivers and hills spread out, carpeting the land.
Tall mountains were off in the distance, indicating they were very near
the highlands. "Thereís a glen below. Iím sure if we land, we can find a
nice patch of buttercups or bluebells to rest on."
"You donít have to say that
twice! Letís go," Bonnie said. The two butterflies fluttered down, landing
in a field of tall grass that was blowing back and forth in a light wind.
"This is better. I donít think my wings could have gone another mile!"
"Where are we anyway?"
"If my calculations are
correct, we should be in Glen Fiddich. The river Fiddich and Dullan Water
meet up here. Look around you. Have you ever seen anywhere more peaceful
looking?" Bruce asked.
"It is lovely. Oh, look.
There are some buttercups. Iím starving," Bonnie said and flew over to the
bright yellow flowers. As the butterflies sipped nectar, a herd of deer
came walking close by. In fact, they were so close that they knocked
Bonnie and Bruce off the buttercups. "Hey! Whatís going on?" Bonnie said.
She stood up and brushed the dirt off her wings. "Who did that?"
"It was those deer!" Bruce
said. The reddish brown animals surrounded them. "Whoa! Look at those
Bonnie looked up. "Itís too
crowded. Weíll never have peace and Iím afraid of getting stepped on by
one of their hooves. I canít believe I am saying this. Iím so tired, but
letís find another place."
They fluttered off.
"Thereís a town up ahead called Dufftown. Itís called the ĎMalt Whisky
Capital of the World!í There are many distilleries scattered about the
Itís filled with Pictish
history and a huge battle was fought here long ago between the Picts and
the Vikings. The Picts won!"
"Are you going to give me a
history lesson, or are you going to help us find somewhere to rest!"
"Right. Okay, there is a
Clock Tower in town. Weíll surely find peace there!" Bruce said.
They flew into town and
"I know youíre dying to
tell me. Go ahead. Fill me in on the Clock Tower!" Bonnie said, knowing it
as going to happen anyway.
"If you insist. It was
built in 1839, but not as a clock tower. It was built as a jail!"
"How did the clock get
there then?" Bonnie asked, as the butterflies sat on the stone walls of
"The clock actually comes
from Banff. It had the nickname of MacPhersonís Clock. It seems this
MacPherson was a Robin-Hood-type; you know, rob from the rich, give to the
poor; and the Sheriff of Banff caught him and moved the clock ahead an
hour to make sure he was hung. Later, the clock was brought here, to
Bonnie looked at the clock.
"Somehow I donít think weíll get much rest here. The clockís ticking is
annoying. Where now?"
"I know where we can go!
Thereís this rock, called the Giantís Chair. Itís up in the hills. We can
go there, rest, and then come back to town later, when weíre hungry,"
"Good idea. Please, letís
go. I am just too tired!" Bonnie whined.
They flew up to the rock
formation, landed in the seat part of the Giantís Chair and fell asleep.
The hours passed quickly. Bonnie woke up first. She fluttered around.
"Bruce, come on. Wake up! Thereís a whole field of bluebells on the other
side of the hill."
Bruce yawned and stretched.
They sipped nectar until
they were full. Bonnie looked up at the tall mountains in the distance.
"Bruce, if Iím not mistaken, itís snowing in the mountains."
Bruce looked. Just then a
chill wind blew down the glen. "Youíre right. Can you smell that though?"
"Yes. It smells like
whiskey! With so many distilleries though, itís not wonder. When we were
on the Clock Tower, I noticed that Glenlivit Whiskey comes from here. Iím
not a drinking woman, but Iíve heard of that."
"Many of the famous
whiskeys come from this area. Itís because of the water. Remember the
rivers we passed over?" Bruce asked. "Would you like to go and have a
drink from Dullan Water?"
"You read my mind," Bonnie
said. As they were flying towards the rivers, she added, "I like traveling
around Scotland. Iím learning all sorts of things and seeing so many
beautiful places. This glen is one of the most beautiful in all of
Scotland!" They landed at the river and sipped the cool, fresh, sparkling
clean water. "Weíre lucky to see such pretty things as this," Bonnie said,
looking around at the trees, flowers and flowing water.
"Weíre very lucky indeed!"
Bruce answered, smiling.