Clackmannan

Stop giggling at the back there. It's spelt C-L-A-C-K...

Drive by this spot quite regularly, but stopped today for some refreshments after Euan had scooped most of the juice before we'd done five miles on the bikes. It's the main street through our counties namesake town and the stone is where the wee county takes its origins from; stone (clack) of Mannan, an ancient Celtic God.

I only recently discovered that the historic part is only the knobbly bit on the top, which has been around locally since the 1300s. It used to be sited nearby along Lookaboutye Brae and is linked to the story of King Robert the Bruce and a misplaced gauntlet. I've a feeling though that the local councillors may have been downed some quantity of the local brews when they decided to haul that big shaft from the cliffs around Wallace's Monument and stick the smaller one on top.

It's not just the angle I took the picture at either, I went 360 degrees around it and it looks like a big penis from every angle.

The people of Clackmannan (and Euan) don't even bat an eyelid. I think every town should have one then we could have a competition to see who had the biggest.

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