"One road thru town, 5 pubs"
Wonderful little town full of the nicest folks you'd ever care to meet. We had a family reunion here during the Killin Music Festival one year and my sister still as her poster that she dragged all the way home to Texas with her up on her fridge.
We stayed in a rent house, apparently know as Tay Arthur Barn, which I think is a little grand for what it is but, s'ok, we all got to stay together and that made the trip. During our time there we counted 5 pubs from one end of main street to another (easy walking distance from one end to the other), and each had a seperate and nice charm. As with everything over there it was all a bit small and I'll never understand old world ideas about ice, but the nicest folks you'd ever want to meet.
All this time, every time we sit to have a nice glass of scotch together, we will raise our glasses and say "Cheers!" just like our favorite bar tending brothers Ralph and Clive used to. I wonder if they are still there?
I will say that, the festival is apparently late June, and we watched the town swell up like a tick for it, several hundred people show up, all to sing and play and dance, every hotel room is taken and the campgrounds overflow. All things considered, I would describe it as being sort of a musical celtic mardigras.
I'd be happy to go back any time I could.