Standing on a black iron bridge that passes over an old set of rail tracks.

To the east lies the train station where the steam trains are ready to take me to the next town or the mines, 
whichever I choose.

To the south there is a row of houses succeeded by a few rows of trees with branches full of green. Within these trees there, dotted randomly, ( Read more... )

So this week I experienced my first taste of the annual Bo'ness Children's Fair. It started on thursday night with a walk across the town, focusing on the chosen schools catchment area. During this walk we saw all the arches that had been built for the appropriate participants in the fair (the queen and her retinue of about a hundred). Some were ( Read more... )

 I am beginning to get the feeling that living in this town is never going to be dull.

Just last night someone (presumably kids) set the cliff behind Lidl (just across the road for us) on fire. So naturally me and mum proceeded to stand at the front door, like the nosy neighbours that we are, and watch as the fire engine arrived and the firemen ( Read more... )

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