Return to Whiskyville

Screeched to a halt outside a whisky distillery on the way to pick up Misssy, Junior Misssy and Indy from a Highland games at Aberlour.

Wow. Barrels! Thousands upon thousands awaiting their next shot of the amber magic. But Alas! The natural enemy of photohounds everywhere awaited my efforts: Barbed Wire.

And a Locked Gate.

And possibly Security.....

This was done on one tripod leg with the camera lens jammed through the space in the gate. God Bless Sharpen!

(I am putting this up listening to album demoes recorded yesterday with The Golden Lady. Exciting times await!)