Got to Killin after a long journey yesterday. It was wonderful to see the mountains again. A very helpful warden helped me choose a pitch, fairly close to the toilet block, washing up and service areas. What a nice change from the somewhat supercilious young warden at my last pit stop!
The old lady in the local pub! Preserved in whiskey by the look of it..
Lots of dogs on this site, which is interesting because there is no official dog walk; it's quite a distance away. So you see dog-shaped shadows creeping around the perimeter of the site late at night. My new neighbours have a Lhasa Apso cross Jack Russell with them, he looks a bit like my late dog, Boomer. Nice dog.
I got up late and decided on a leisurely breakfast. Put the grill on and the smoke alarm went off, I struggled to get it off the mountings and get the battery out. Then stumbled back and knocked over a two pint container of milk which flooded over the mats. So trying to rinse it out in my collapsible bucket, the bucket, yes, collapsed and drenched my feet socks and all. Luckily it is sort of sunny and quite breezy, so I hope the mats will dry out a bit before I move on. Ironically, the grill was as useless as the one in my Trident, and so I had scrambled eggs on barely warm dried out bread instead of crisp succulent toast!
Off to the village later, and lunch in the pub, maybe...
The excellent part of the 'egg' is that I've managed to get a reasonable signal for radio 4 long wave on my tiny radio. Makes a lot of difference in the morning to be able to swear at John Humphrys while supping my first cup of tea.
The path to the Macnab burial ground
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