Killin where we are based for the season used to have a railway station. There is an old railway line which is now made into a cycle way that goes all the way to Callander. About 21 miles it goes through some woodland and beside the river etc. It’s on my list of to do bike rides.
I wanted to find the old station which is off the main cycle way but still accessible by bike. I headed off on my bike joining the start of the cycle way and then took a detour up through the forest and further on and then rejoined the cycle way. Then another detour onto what would have been the original railway line.
The old station house is now a holiday let property reached by a track. The only bit left of the station is the old platform which is slowly being reclaimed by nature. The last train to leave the station was on September 27th 1965 and the station was closed on November 1st 1965. I had missed the train by nearly sixty years. Maybe I should not have taken that detour up through the woods.

I carried on along the route which would have been a railway line only stopping to rescue a baby lamb which had got its head caught in a fence and was crying for mum. As I let the lamb go he/she skipped off and stopped for a moment and looked at me with a look that said Thanks Mike and hurried off to mum. I did 24 miles in total.
We had to do a first aid course for work which was in Stirling. So up bright and early and off for the day. I hate anything like this, being stuck in a classroom all day having to watch videos and answer questions. Reminds me of when I used to go to school. I did go sometimes….honest. To be fair though the course was good and the guy doing it made it fun and the day went quick and we got out early on good behaviour.
We were sitting out in our compound enjoying a cold drink when a flutter of feathers made us look up. A pigeon had landed nearby and was looking a bit confused. It was a homing pigeon but was obviously lost because he didn’t live with us. I gave him some water and some bird seed which he picked out the bits he liked.
I started to do some research because I could see he had rings on to identify him. He was around for a few days and started to be a nuisance even trying to get in the camper so I told him he was not welcome anymore and needed to reboot his sat nav and go home. Anyway he left the next day.

Another thing on my to do list was to climb the mountain behind the park in Killin. I didn’t manage to do it last year. It’s more of a hill really but it’s a big hill. Nikki was not feeling to good and was happy to just chill at home on our day off. I had itchy feet so just made my mind up I was going to climb up the hill.
So on with my walking boots, water bottle in the rucksack and a couple of chocolate cookies off I went. The walk from the camper to Killin is all down hill and looking up at the hill it looked a long way. And yes it was. But what a view. With a lot of wows, burning legs, lungs doing overtime and a lot of photo stops I made it. I sat at the top eating my chocolate cookies and just thinking how lucky I was.
Looking at the tiny houses down below and Loch Tay stretching out to the horizon flanked by more mountains. The sound of silence. I could have stayed up there all day but had no more food so had to come down because there is no way Nikki was going to bring my lunch to me.
Going back down is also hard because you’re stopping yourself running away and then I had to go back up to base for the last bit. A five mile found trip and about 1500 ft of elevation.


Another visitor while we were sat outside having a cold drink was a bug, not as big as the pigeon but very impressive. A North American saw fly. He must have been lost also. He looked very dangerous but was harmless and I moved him from the camper step so he didn’t get trodden on and he hung around then disappeared.


Killin has a small tractor cruise every year. Last year some on their way to Killin went past our entrance. We were working so could not go down into Killin to see them. This year again some went past on their way to Killin but then a couple of hours later I heard the sound of them coming back up the hill and all of them cruised past our entrance. They do a different route every year and this year I got lucky as they passed us. Some lovely old tractors.


Another day off so a small walk planned for Nikki. We drove towards Tyndrum and parked up at Tyndrum community woodland and then walked along the river and through the woodland to Tyndrum and had lunch there. The weather was supposed to be sunny spells with showers but we struck lucky and avoided the showers and only got the sun.


The site is looking great with all the wild flowers coming out and the bugs and bees and butterflies enjoying them. We have had some rain so after the hot spell everything is growing like mad. A couple of photos below of the bugs and raindrops on leafs.



As I write this the rain is falling and has been for a week or more now just as we were getting used to all that nice sunny weather. But we are in Scotland after all. I just think of the day I was up the hill in the sunshine eating my cookie and life seems good again rain or shine.












