Which is probably the most walked hill in this part of the world, up above Stirling, in a place of its own at the end of, but somehow not quite connected to, the Ochils escarpment.  In the spirit of variety, Sam and I opted to do this one as a fell run, on a glorious spring morning.  Probably not so much running on the way up, but down was fun!  Me and my mountain goat companion at the top – well done Sam!