Callander is basically one long street full of traffic and shops selling everything from whisky to tartan haggises and
shawls. It's one of those streets where if it wasn't for the presence of
tightly-clutched ice-cream cones the air would be filled with the sound
of gnashing gums as bus-loads of pensioners boogie back and forth doing
their utmost to hold the rest of us fit folk up. However, don't even
to think phrases like 'Pink Perm' or
you'll find yourself in trouble. BIG trouble. For at the end of that one
long main street you will find Hamish, a huge orange hairy beast with
horns whose stomach is kept topped up by old folks. Hamish eats
almost anything put in front of him - I understand he is particularly
fond of strawberries, but I also hear from secret sources that he has
been known to wolf down an occasional child, not to mention anyone
showing disrespect for this country's auld yins. so you had better behave yourself.
But the good thing about our Hamish is that he lives in a field just
along from a wonderful hotel and real ale shop. So, if you can
make it through
the Blue Rinse Brigade (oh oh...),
a hoppy treat awaits your pleasure.
THE LADE INN AT KILMAHOG.
HAMISH McKAY DENOVAN
THE OLD RAILWAY PATH, CALLANDER
RIVER TEITH AT CALLANDER
You can get a bus to Callander from Stirling, which has a direct
train service from Aberdeen, Perth, Edinburgh and Glasgow Queen