Sron a' Chlachain
A nice wee day out in Killin. A short sharp climb up the hill in the title whose name I can't be arsed typing again and then wandered down the other side to wind up at Moirlanich Longhouse, where the middle classes can go and ogle at the hovels that poor people lived in before they were kicked out so that something more valuable, like sheep, could eat the grass instead.
And isn't it funny how they used to paper the walls with newspaper to keep the draughts out and look, the animals lived in the same buildings.
Still the cruck frame construction was interesting and I forgot to mention that the hill was a complete shite to climb up. It's bad enough hauling my own, not inconsiderable bulk up these hills but humphing that wee Ellen lump is too much. And she's not getting any lighter. Sadly, neither am I.
Still a loverly day. This is one of the rings set into the wall of the longhouse. Wires across the roof stopped it being blown off when there was a proper hoolie going.