The sun finally came out

Earlier we set off on the bikes in Glen Ogle but it was just too wet, and cold, so we gave up after a couple of miles. It is supposed to be fun, after all.We had lunch down in Strathyre and then back to Killin to check into the Falls of Dochart (we weren't able to get the same place all three nights). Remembering previous post-bike trip pints we had a drink out in front of the Inn, weatching the falls and the world go by, before a good meal in the atmospheric bar. I did wonder how many people had been in the bar over the centuries - the original inn dates back to the mid eighteenth century. Were there people on both sides in the Jacobite Rebellion of 1745/6? Did someone drink here who then fought at Waterloo? Did he come back and regale the bar with tales of his exploits, one of the Highland infantry who quickly formed up into tight squares to see off Napoleon's cavalry? Soldiers who went to the Crimea, to Africa in the nineteenth century or to the Somme and Normandy in the twentieth?