There was a "weavers' walk" and five or six others, the "women's walk" being the most picturesque.

These were processions of the members of benefit societies through the square and wynds, and all the women walked in white, to the number of a hundred or more, behind the Tilliedrum band, Thrums having in those days no band of its own.
From the north-west corner of the square a narrow street sets off, jerking this way and that as if uncertain what point to make for.

Here lurks the post-office, which had once the reputation of being as crooked in its ways as the street itself.
A railway line runs into Thrums now.

The sensational days of the post-office were when the letters were conveyed officially in a creaking old cart from Tilliedrum.

The "pony" had seen better days than the cart, and always looked as if he were just on the point of succeeding in running away from it.