Stand Off

Little did they know I was locked and loaded with mint sauce.

A procrastinating detour around the old abandoned asbestos laden armaments warehouses at Baa-ndeath outside Stirling, scouting out locations to photograph that might encourage tourists to come visit the area next year for the Battle of Bannockburn anniversary. The castle's in this one, think it fits the bill perfectly. No people either (as required) just sheep.

Back for an afternoon of preserving wood (not a euphemism) with Euan. Reeking of creosote now (or, as that's no longer safe, creocote I think it was called).