Beacons....

...of light shining inside and behind firmly closed doors of Dunblane’s much missed hostelry the Tappit Hen, as my lunchtime walk has me pressing my damp snout against the window.

But perversely I’m not sure how keen I’ll be to sup inside if it does re-open. It really is very small and there’s no outdoor space they could use. Even the perfidious smokers struggle for wheezing room, flanking the doorway and letting noxious fumes waft in with every opening. Sigh.