Thursday, September 13, 2007

Where Are You From?

I am often asked 'Where are you from?" - the last time being this morning. The answer is (in pictures)...

Stranraer, Scotland. South West Scotland. The "Southern Uplands". Wigtonshire. Dumfries & Galloway.

Town Centre, showing the Castle of St. John and the Victoria Memorial.

An old photo of the railway station

The Ailsa Princess Stranraer-Larne ferry. I remember watching these ships leave the harbour and wait for the bough wave to reach the shore. Exciting eh?

The Darnia Stranraer-Larne Ferry. There was the Galloway Princess too.

This RAF Buccaneer based at nearby RAE West Freugh used to be seem flying low around the local bays - dropping bombs onto the beaches (target practice). The Air Traffic Controller was...my Dad!

Killantringan Beach - some nice rocks to climb on, a lighthouse,
and the wreck of the MV Craigantlet. A family walk venue. The wreck left unusual floating "cheese" in the sea and on the beach.

Castle Kennedy - more walking, and gardens!

Portpatrick. The building with the red signs is The Crown, where many a Sunday "Chicken-in-a-basket" lunch was enjoyed.
Dunskey Castle, Portpatrick. Walk here from the town to burn off The Crown lunch!

Ailsa Craig - a granite volcanic plug island off the West Coast just North of Stranraer.

Sandhead beach. I remember the wonderful sand dunes here with tufts of long grass scattered around, and once the sand was almost too hot to walk on (sounds unbelievable for Scotland). The beach had warning flags to warn the public when bombing practice was on.

And finally I was quite shocked to find this piccy on the Web - this is the house our family stayed in from 1970-something until 1983. It's a B&B now! It was a fantastic, huge house - great for hide-and-seek (and parachuting Action Man down the stairs), and had an attic, 13' high ceilings and an old bell system (for calling servants of course!) and a rayburn, upon which I sat in the cold Scottish mornings to warm up my backside through my dressing gown! Believe it or not, our phone number was 3606. That's it folks, not 012345678901234567.......just 3606. And Granny's number was 2696.

Why can I remember stuff like that???

5 comments:

Simon said...

Blimey, I didn't realise you were a Jock. Gorgeous photos but I note there aren't any in winter... Brrr.... Also I didn't think they had trains that far north, is that for real or just a bit of celtic poetic license?

Anonymous said...

mmmmm chicken in a basket yum! do you remember the stuff that looked like cubes of cheese on the beach at Killingtringan and the dead sheep?

Adrian said...

OMG secrets out - yes i AM a jock. And yes we had trains. and telephones, and cars, and we didnt just eat potatoes and haggis...ha ha ...typical sassenach!

tryathlete said...

nice... and you moved from there to here???

Anonymous said...

While you're down memory lane, google 'Southpark B&B' and have a look at the old residence!! I love the photos in your post. Non Jocks please note that Stranraer is in the South West of Scotland which enjoys the effects of the Gulf Stream and where palm trees grow. Yes, they do!!