It was a lovely, bright afternoon, so we decided to go for a walk in the Trossachs. Doon Hill is a short stroll from Aberfoyle and, allegedly, the home of the fairies. The top is festooned with offerings – people leave clouties (rags) in the hope that as the cloutie rots the illness or misfortune affecting the person on whose behalf it was placed would also vanish. Last time we came it was summer and there were a lot more offerings, also the breeze stirred the bells and wind chimes so that you knew you were at the top before you saw it. It was still quite weird enough today though. We did a one and a half hour circle and this is what we saw: