On the way back from rehearsal I went into Cambusbarron to grab a photograph of Stirling, and on the way back I was stopped at the level crossing by this Dunblane-bound train.

The red lights flash, the barriers come down. A solitary streetlamp illuminates the crossing as the almost-empty train powers its way across the level crossing.

And the Wallace Monument stares down impassively, watching the world as it has done for over a hundred years.