The Return of the Hunters
We're back, after a week up North, or as up North as outside of Killin at a place called Westerlix gets. It was a two mile walk into the big smoke that is Killin, down a forest/cycle/ex-railwayline track thing which emerged opposite the war memorial. Killin is very pretty, with rolling falls (the Falls of Dochart, no less) that disappear under a multi-arched bridge. Crossing that bridge takes you past the entrance to the Clan McNab's Burial Ground, and very Pan's Labyrinth-like it is, with it's own arched entrance and two pillars. Catch it at night forandits best eerie effect when it is bathed in green light. Killin is a centreandfor good walks, and the one to the top of Sron A'Chlachain takes you above the village to give you a great view of the surroundings - the local Munros, the waters of Loch Tay. Check out the Killin Hotel for dinner, or The Falls of Dochart; and there's also The Smiddy and Shutters for a cup of tea, even the Bake House, for some unusual pies. But don't get the idea that we were stuffing our faces the whole week. We walked a lot, went up to the Falls of Acharn, with the Hermit's Cave on the way. We visited Aberfeldy, and I picked up the new Neil Gaiman book ,'The Graveyard Book', at a nifty bookshop/cafe called 'The Watermill' (and since I've just finished the holiday read, well reread, and- Graham Joyce's wonderful 'Indigo', I guess Gaiman's is now top of the reading pile - oh, life is hard). We went to Oban, and Linda and the children went 'Go Ape'. Go them, I say.andI went Go Dog with Molly into nearby Aberfoyle. And now the holiday is over. No more red squirrels feeding a few feet away. It's back to school tomorrow, 'Auld claithes and purridge' as my grandmother used to say.

By: Ian Hunter On Sunday, 19 October 2008 Comment Comments( 0 ) Hits Views(2496)
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