If robots dream of electric sheep ...

A fine wander with Delphwynd and Andmoff around Alloa in the musk of the bonded warehouses although we could only gaze longingly through the fences wondering how many millions of litres of nectar Diageo has squirrelled away in those buildings.

Came home to a massive pile of empties, including some lovely 660ml bottles, which should make bottling Friday's 80 litres a bit easier when the time comes. Need to crack on and make some more crates and sort out some more storage space.