Dunblane:
An overnight stop on a long journey north took us to Dunblane. A matter of yards from our B&B was The Tappit Hen. Nothing to do with poultry, a Tappit Hen is a drinking vessel.
The pub itself is traditional, small, and lovely. No food, but rammed at 5:30pm on a Friday. great beer, music at a sane volume, lovely locals and landlord: a fine start to our holiday.