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Parkmill (Standing Stone / Menhir) — Miscellaneous
Heading south east from the standing stone and over the river devon, 2/3rds of the way up on the west side of the Clackmannan Tower hill there is the kings seat stone which offers the King a good view of the setting sun and the kingdom of manau, a few yards down in the tree line is a stone where warrioirs have sharpened their blades. Further down the hill is the castle moat which is in fair condition. In the old lade to Parkmill there are conspicuous stones which may have formed a row at one point they have been moved from the field.
In the mary wood on the north side of the devon there was once a stone circle, can't find it now, but when we were kids we were told not to down the woods at night as witches danced naked doon there around a fire!
More likely connected with Manannan mac Lir i would bet, hence the reverence which was certainly pre Bruce and the glove! probably sat on the football pitch above the carse, but for a time was in the walled garden of Kennet House before moving to the town. Neolithic settlements have recently been discovered in this area of outstanding beauty. Also theres a very intriguing stone on the north east side of the hill of Clackmannan Tower, heading down for Alloa, which you can see has been used since time immemorial to sharpen blades.
This stone was moved form the roadside some time ago and marks the sacred way across the high muir offering spectacular views of the ochils trossachs and forth vallley, from Dumyat to Clackmannan and Tullyies, some of the old path remains at The Number 9 Woods, it crossed the brow of Branshill, probably named afterArthur Mac Aeden's brother, Bran. Urns were found on the hillside when they built the hospital. The other ancient road across the muir is the king o' muirs road which has standing stones and waymarkers along its route, noteably in the farmhouse garden at Balhearty.
Gnomi took me a-wandering up this place via a rather wibbly route. Starting by ambling through some local dood's 'Private Land' (we ignored the signs), we ended up bypassing an old derelict village on the western edges of the hillside, then through the deep wet bracken, until the huge overgrown mass of cairn-spoil showed the edge of the monument just short of the summit. Twas a huge thing*, around which the hillfort had been built-up.
The view from the top was rather spiffing, despite the rolls of rain-clouds coming from all angles. We sat up here a good half-hour, wet through, before ambling back down the steep gorge immediately east, drinking the stream, weaving thru the spindly-killer-bushes (gorse), sliding on backsides a hundred yards at a time, till eventually hitting the gorgeous hamlet of Blairlogie and the greyness of civilisation once more! A bloody good day out!
* Very reminiscent of the giant 'Apronful' cairns scattering the Pennine uplands with their attached devil and giant lore.