Disappointingly few businesses here take advantages of the pun-opportunities of the town's name. (We passed a town called Dull on the way here; I wonder if they have good business names?)
After a poor night's sleep, for reasons that remain unclear but surely have nothing to do with late-night Celebrity MasterChef, we went for a walk along the lovely River Tay, which feeds into the eponymous Loch: 
Getting back to town involved negotiating bogs-in-the-making and not falling into the river, both of which were accomplished.
Just outside Killin
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Killin' time in Killin
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I imagine our kin in Dull and Killin take themselves far too seriously to mock their own town names. Of course, over here the whole town's infrastructure would rely on the tourism generated by mocking themselves.
Looks very pretty.
We're not getting much sleep either. Sadly it has LITTLE to do with Masterchef, and more to do with a horrid toddler who has learnt to escape the confines of the bedroom. At 4.30am.
I just bet 'Dull' is pronounced 'Dool' or something, and there is NO one willing to make the required puns.
Wilski on the loose at 4.30... maybe you need to teach him the way to Sonia's??
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