I thought I knew my area pretty well. Most Sundays I’ll take the car out and try out some new single track road peeling away from the coast and into the gorse and bracken – just trying to find a quiet spot with a big enough sky to let body and mind seek repose.
I didn’t think that I would find a full estate of follies and indulegence so close to home. This picture, grabbed from my mobile phone, shows a corner of East Lothian where a once grand family has sited its own mausoleum – full pyramid, gargoyles, gates, moat, you name it. A generosity of gesture to the self so seldom seen in these times. The kind of gesture that was no doubt responsible for causing the decline of the family in question.
Elsewhere in the estate I fell upon man made lakes with deserted boat houses and secluded grottoes, but it is this mausoleum that holds the mind fastened to the spot.
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Don’t you just love things like that? I used to do the same – get in my car and just drive somewhere I had never been before for the pleasure of seeing where the road goes. I once came across an abandoned bourbon distillery that way – old brick buildings falling down.