VOL. 2
The Lost Keepers of Flannan Isles
Introducing the second volume in our FABLE storytelling cask series, where we reimagine little known Scottish tales told through the art of animation and illustration. Each of our unique single cask releases are from a time and place never to be repeated, and combined with mythical stories makes these Single Malt Scotch Whiskies ‘Far From Ordinary’.
Rising from the sea’s spray, in the wild embrace of the North Atlantic, are the rocky outcrops of the Flannan Isles, known as The Seven Hunters.
Here, where the wind screams through the storm-lashed crags and the ocean roars with untamed fury, a solitary lighthouse stands against the elements.
A remote setting for our mysterious tale.
Rising from the sea’s spray, in the wild embrace of the North Atlantic, are the rocky outcrops of the Flannan Isles, known as The Seven Hunters.
Here, where the wind screams through the storm-lashed crags and the ocean roars with untamed fury, a solitary lighthouse stands against the elements.
A remote setting for our mysterious tale.
Three lighthouse keepers, their souls entwined with the rhythm of the waves, tended to their duty of guiding ships to safe passage.
Each men faced the unrelenting shifts with resolve. Until one fateful winter’s eve, a darkness fell upon the lighthouse, swallowing its guiding beam.
A passing steamer in the night recorded seeing no light.
Three lighthouse keepers, their souls entwined with the rhythm of the waves, tended to their duty of guiding ships to safe passage.
Each men faced the unrelenting shifts with resolve. Until one fateful winter’s eve, a darkness fell upon the lighthouse, swallowing its guiding beam.
A passing steamer in the night recorded seeing no light.
A relief vessel tried to reach the island, but turned back due to poor weather. Hours turned to days before the vessel could battle the ocean again.
On approach, there was no stir from the isle to the ship’s horn, or to a flare. The relief keeper set out in a rowing boat alone. Stepping upon the tormented rock, he was greeted by the haunting cries of gulls.
A relief vessel tried to reach the island, but turned back due to poor weather. Hours turned to days before the vessel could battle the ocean again.
On approach, there was no stir from the isle to the ship’s horn, or to a flare. The relief keeper set out in a rowing boat alone. Stepping upon the tormented rock, he was greeted by the haunting cries of gulls.
There was no welcome from the keepers. No empty provision boxes to collect. No flag on the flagstaff billowing. The entrance gate was closed shut.
Climbing the steps to the beacon, the relief keeper found signs of life abruptly abandoned.
There was no welcome from the keepers. No empty provision boxes to collect. No flag on the flagstaff billowing. The entrance gate was closed shut.
Climbing the steps to the beacon, the relief keeper found signs of life abruptly abandoned.
The kitchen clock had stopped. Plates lay untouched upon the table. A chair was toppled over. The hearth, once ablaze, was now icy cold. All the beds were unmade.
An eerie silence hung heavy, like the one set of oilskins left on its hook. A yellow canary in its cage was the sole inhabitant.
The kitchen clock had stopped. Plates lay untouched upon the table. A chair was toppled over. The hearth, once ablaze, was now icy cold. All the beds were unmade.
An eerie silence hung heavy, like the one set of oilskins left on its hook. A yellow canary in its cage was the sole inhabitant.
Entries on a slate noted high winds and low spirits before all was calm. The relief keeper shuddered at the scene for one of the men had a brooding temper. The island was later scoured by a search party.
Entries on a slate noted high winds and low spirits before all was calm. The relief keeper shuddered at the scene for one of the men had a brooding temper. The island was later scoured by a search party.
Tracing the rugged terrain, they found one of the landing’s damaged, with supplies strewn around.
But the three souls were nowhere. There was no clue to their disappearance, and no bodies were ever found.
To this day, whispers persist, but what happened to The Lost Keepers of Flannan Isles remains a mystery.
Tracing the rugged terrain, they found one of the landing’s damaged, with supplies strewn around.
But the three souls were nowhere. There was no clue to their disappearance, and no bodies were ever found.
To this day, whispers persist, but what happened to The Lost Keepers of Flannan Isles remains a mystery.
