"It follows you everywhere and colours your life stream as the dye of the peat colours the hill burn and goes with it to the sea"
The words of Caithness author and poet, Pastor John Horne, writing about the lure of his homeland, may have been penned over 70 years ago, but they will still ring true to those who call Wick their home, wherever they may be in the world. Those who have never ventured to this corner of Scotland, which once could be reached only by sea from the south, may see Caithness in their mind's eye as a grey, desolate place, but its remoteness is an essential part of the area's charm. Winter waves may thunder against the rugged coastline, with Wick Bay and its historic harbour battered by many a spectacular storm down the years, but those in the know will also tell you of a Caithness vivid with colourful beauty, the shimmering waters of the Moray Firth and the swathes of moorland heather stretched out under a great canvas of sky, bathed in glorious sunshine. They will also tell of a Wick steeped in a history richer than towns many times its size, a history with which Old Pulteney Single Malt Scotch Whisky is inseparable.
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