Today we decided to walk along one of the old railway lines which have been turned into a cycle/walk path. This was perhaps a bit of a mistake because there were quite a lot of cyclists, most of whom tended to creep up behind one and whizz past, giving one a heart attack. Maybe they think it would be rude to ring their bells?
Anyway, we walked past the house above, which has always intrigued me. It was built as a private residence but I haven't been able to find any information about its history. I presume it was there before the road. This looks - well, is - a very grand entrance so I'm thinking that the road was once its driveway. But I don't know. In my lifetime, it was a home for children with cerebral palsy, and then a school for them, but it's recently been turned into flats, with other flats built in the grounds - though there are also lovely gardens on the other side.
Look at the state of the roads around here. The council was strapped for cash before. And now....!
So many flats are being built around here in the gardens of grand houses. This one used to be until recently a care home for the elderly. Now it's flats. This house, The Tower, was once the home of the parents-in-law of Eric Linklater, a quite-famous Scottish writer - though I don't suppose many young people will have heard of him.
Here we are looking down on the path. It's a pleasant place to walk. And cycle.
Going down to the former railway line.
It's a good place from which to look nosily down on people's gardens.
The wild garlic is coming out now - not that wonderful a smell, really, but tolerable.
There are those Art Deco flats from my earlier post.
The deserted bowling green.
And back home, along the main road. This was once Roseburn Village, and I don't think this bit of it has changed much.
I was just thinking: this period of our lives is rather like the early days of marriage, when it was just us in our house - no children, no commitments (mind you, there was work) - just us, doing what we wanted.
Unfortunately we're no longer young... . And we didn't miss the children then, because we didn't know them. And now we do.
I love nosily looking in on other people's gardens / homes. I blame Monty Don, the BBC, and HGTV. 8-)
ReplyDeleteAnd now you do know them and miss them...Thank heaven for things like Skype and facetime and Zoom....Love seeing what you see on your walks.
ReplyDeleteThe older we get, the more we realize how precious every moment and experience is with our loved ones, so it's very hard to miss out on any of it. That's where I am anyway. Trying to make the best of a bad situation, and sometimes succeeding. (but other times, not so much)
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