The Lakes Distillery
'Midst towering fells and tumbling streams
A building stands, not all it seems.
The River Derwent passes near –
So bright and bubbling, cool and clear.
In Sprinkling Tarn it has its birth
Then frolics down for all its worth.
So come with me to Bassenthwaite
To model farm, through wrought iron gate.
Victorian buildings, built to last,
Now house a process from the past.
They're making gin (and vodka, too) –
Let's go inside and see them brew.
Prepared from three ingredients,
A gin of striking elegance
Is manufactured here by Cumbri
With purest water, yeast and barley.
Distilled two times in copper still,
Handmade by craftsman with good will.
And flavoured with botanicals,
Hand-gathered from the vales and hills –
Juniper, heather, bilberry
Brought home to the distillery.
So let your taste-buds have a thrill
And take a bottle to the till !
Copyright © Mike Jones | Year Posted 2015
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