Angel's Share

Machete and/or petrol strimmer attachment required. There's a cycle path in there past the gate.

Actually not as bad as it looks, and one of my favourite wee sections along the route. Avoid the jaggy nettles and thorny bushes and you might even catch up with a fox or some other wildlife along here somewhere.

There's some bright yellow paint under all that black mould but, like everything else within the fallout zone of the giant Diageo whisky complex around here, there's a coating of black mould hiding it all. There's various law suits on the go all over the world trying to get the whisky distilleries to admit it's their doing, but they deny it all and say it's more to do with a combination of what way the wind blows and how damp the air is. The thing is it does seem to be a lot thicker the nearer anything is to these warehouses, and those affected are convinced it's down to the evaporation of whisky during fermentation and maturation and the fumes feeding the spores that creates the blanket of black. The Angel's share gone bad.

If only the angels would come round and power wash the house and cars when it builds up I wouldn't mind so much.

Anyhow, whisky. I'm thirsty now.

PS: Thanks all for pushing yesterday's entry up to the high reaches of the Spotlight page. Had a bit of nose bleed for a while there.