Great photos, but what judgement-laden comments. These folk never stood a chance.

I remember the bender down at the golf course - I think theJohnstone family ( a different Johnstone family) spent at least some winters there.

I don’t remember the tent but I do remember the Johnstone family, not sure which one but the were lovely the dad was a true gentleman.

Yes, they were hardy people mostly trustworthy , and true gentlefolk. I can remember Sligo comming in to the shop, probably about two years after my father had died. He slapped a £5 note on the counter, and as he turned to walk out of the shop, he told me he had borrowed it from my father some years previously. In 1973, £5 Would have been a considerable amount of money, but he felt that he had to honour his debt. As I said, a true gentleman.😀

I remember the tinkers around the Loch in the 1960s

I remember them coming into the bank with a lot of dirty coins that they had obviously found on their travels, as soon as we counted it and they left we had to take all the coins to the sink and wash them, happy days.

I remember Alastair McKinnon always talking about "black Annie" who lived in a shed above the road to Kenmore. Anybody know any details about her ?

Oh I remember “Black Annie” I was terrified of her for absolutely No reason, Ella Walker was a good friend to her. She came to the village for her shopping and then visited Ella in Lyon Road. She lived in a hut on the left between Mornish Lodge & Mornish. Alistair Mackinnon was worried about her so he constructed a bigger hut ( not much bigger) but she gave that one to her cats LOL

My memories of the tinkers are all good. Until we ceased trading in 2005 we gave to them. The last I remember is a chap with a mother who had a peg leg and they travelled in a white transit van. Lovely folks who were on the edge of society and relied on business people giving them a helping hand with no predudice 😊

I remember Dochie Johnstone and his family living in tents opposite the golf course entrance. Did they not get a house in Kenmore??

Does anyone remember Frank Greene? When my parents bought Liangarston we discovered his signature pencilled on the wood panelling of the byre loft. He used to take shelter in the derelict Luib Hotel in the 70s.

Frank worked at Luib for the Stewarts a lot.

The true Travellers or Tinkers were honest and hard working. I remember them fromthe early 1950s at Butterstone. Two families came at diferent times one in the spring for planting corn, barley, kale neeps etc. Another in the summer for thinning the crops then the harvest time finally the braken cutting and ditching all at Cardney. Then at Gurthrie near Forfar similar times but more for the tattie houking. There was barter labour for free milk eggs butter and a few bob at the end of the week and cutting hazel wands for sticks and willow for baskets.. My Traditional Folk Music learning was at the humpies on saturday evening.

Helen O'Grady Thanks for the replies.. I remember the new hut being built !

Dochie Johnson and his Mother visited Killin every year. He played the bagpipes at the Falls. He married at Killin Manse. I don’t think there was love lost between his Mother and Wife! My Mother made them cups of tea and any old clothes she has. They sold clothes pegs.

I’ve still got pegs that were bought out of their basket when they came to my door. If they asked for a boiling of water you always gave them it. The lady with the bad leg and her son in the blue transit van were the last ones who used to come to my door whenever they were here. Just remember he had jet black hair but I never saw him get out of the van. His mum always came to the door. She was a gentle soul and quietly spoken.

They used to come into the shop he did come in to help his mother the last time I saw them was in callander and they looked a wee bit tidier maybe the got house down there

I remember Black Annie - she used to get on the bus we took to school in Aberfeldy - and we were all a bit scared of her - thinking back I feel very bad as she was probably quite lonely and was treated as a bit strange and was a bit of an outcast.

Used to eat my dinner with Sligo at Cambusurich He was a great character