A beautiful sunny day to search out the Folk Museum in the wee village of Killin, but to no avail. Temporarily sidetracted by a wee bridge that was calling Rene’s name, we encountered a Scottish Nana walking on the narrow bridge towards the island. She had moved over so that we could drive past her, but Marinda thought that she might be able to direct us. “Rene, ask her where the museum is?”, says Marinda (aka Linda)
In her endearing scottish accent she told us that she used to volunteer at the Folk Museum, but alas it was not operating any more. Seeing our disappointment she was quick to point out that across the bridge and beyond the distant stand of trees was a castle ruin that we should explore. Linda innoscently asked if there were any MacGregors around? OH! She exclaimed with a disturbed voice, “this is a MacNab Island, they were NOT friends with the MacGregors.” Oopps, faux- pa?
But then she smiled with a twinkle in her eye, and said, “Many MacGregors now live in the village of Killin, and even a store is owned by a MacGregor family called MacGregors Market“. Marinda breathed a wee sigh of relief. Another treasure, this Nana was a gem that we fortuitously encountered.