There’s an ‘end of’ feeling about matters here at the Palace of Bundance. And not before time on many fronts…
In the absence of a proper post, here’s more from the the latest batch of photos.
Owners of large goldfish must swallow their disappointment.
I stumbled on this small ad this week. It should have been in the More Questions Than Answers column. I challenge you to come up with the back story.
I took the next photos on my usual morning constitutional – a slow jog on the route I do so often my trainers could make their own way along it.
Yes, not that remarkable – apart from the lovely sunrise glow. I have past this building several times a day for the best part of 20 years and this week I noticed something.
The fixings for window boxes (insert proper architectural term) are all made in the shape of what, presumably, visitors could hope to see nearby.
This building used to be the village’s Ranfurly Hotel serving the nearby station. It was opened in 1882 and closed before the first world war. How can I have missed this lovely detail when I have walked, jogged, cycled and driven past it so many times? (Add your own cloying metaphor about needing to look more closely at the familiar to see the fabulous because I can’t be bothered.)
Turning round, this is the view from the former hotel. I can’t explain why, but I’ve always thought this church looks somehow ‘foreign’.
Same week, another day, Fionaoutdoors and I continued our route along the Clyde Coastal Path. This time from Langbank to Port Glasgow. Lots of great chum chat and some nice scenery, plus, lucky you, more history:
These are the remains of the Timber Ponds. Basically these were aquatic cages where imported timber would season before it was used at the area’s voracious shipyards. More than 100 years since the last planks were stored here, I wonder if any of the ships can still be found.
Vaguely interesting aside continuing the where-are-they-now theme – this location was used in the Taggart episode where Mike Jardine died.
A little further along, the Clyde was her best – showing that try as industry might, it would never spoil the beauty.
Finally, I was allowed back to the hairdresser – that’s it really. First world celebrations and a slightly less sweaty neck.
Here were the Boys and I on an unusual mid-week breakfast outing. We were hiding from the photographer who was taking pictures of our unnaturally tidy home (soon to be former home!) for the estate agent.
Yes, the Palace of Bundance is up for sale. New chapter and all that.