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autumn journeys…

Fond memories of times past.

On our way to Edinburgh last weekend we took a detour off the A702 to visit the pretty historic conservation village of West Linton.  Fifteen miles outside Edinburgh and at the foothills of the Pentland Hills this tiny village, steeped in history, with evidence of pre-historic occupation is one of the oldest market settlements in Scotland.

In 1974, a mere twenty years of age and studying Fashion and Textiles at Cheltenham Art college I stayed here for a weeks holiday with my then to be husband (with his long curly hair) in this tiny caravan that we had hired.  The same caravan site we found is now a housing estate!


To say all the other vans on the site were larger than this is no lie – we booked the caravan through an advert in the local Cheltenham paper and had no idea what we were letting ourselves in for other than it was affordable for two ‘impoverished’ students.  On arrival at the site we wandered around every caravan looking for the right number and kept disregarding this one until after eliminating all the others it finally dawned on us that yes this tiny 2 berth was our home for the week!!

We had no transport of our own as we had been ‘dropped off’ by my parents who were on their way to Pitlochry for a holiday in their own touring caravan.   To get anywhere we had to rely on the local bus service going either north to Edinburgh or south to the little town of Biggar.

Each morning we would walk into the village of West Linton and wander round taking in the history and scenery and always ending with a coffee in the Old Bakehouse where the waitresses all dressed in long Victorian styled Laura Ashley print dresses complete with white mop caps and aprons.



It is now a Bistro and looking more like a pub inside than a tea room.

We could still recognise most of the shops – the post office, the chemist and especially the newsagent where we bought a jigsaw to do during the evenings and had to sleep on top of it when we made the bed up at night as there was no other table top.




We remembered the quaint cottages and unusual street names…


the intricate wall plaques and historic artefacts dotted around…


and the curious central clock tower…


We had a pleasant walk around reminiscing about those few wonderful days – going back after so many years  was quite emotional.

Before we left we had a final look at this little building in the square, today it is used as the Village Centre – but back then it was a registry office for births, deaths and marriages.



This tiny building evoked such strong memories for us tinged slightly with sadness of what might have been.  We were young, in love, and like many, full of hopes and dreams for our future and each day as we walked past we were so tempted to go and get married – just the two of us with no fuss.  The only thing that stopped us in the end was the fact that my mum would never have forgiven us!

This is the same building in 1974 with me stood in the doorway.

West Linton 1974

We finally married in 1976 during the July heat wave a church wedding with sit down reception of ham salad and trifle for 60 guests with disco afterwards.  We had the full works – wedding dress and veil, bridesmaids, cake and all the trimmings (which pleased my mum) and although so far it has been happy ever after we do wonder what course our lives would have taken had we married in West Linton.

16 thoughts on “autumn journeys…”

    1. To some extent when we were there it was like time had stood still but we also felt like we wished we could have rewound back to that time to change some of our ‘not so good choices’ we have made since then knowing what we do now – hindsight is such a wonderful thing! x


  1. What a lovely lovely story. I enjoyed going back in time with you and seeing photos of yesteryear and comparing them to today’s photos. I’m glad the story has a happy ending xxx


    1. I think it must be nice to live in a village that hardly changes because there is restricted building due to it being a historic conservation area – it could be a bit Miss Marple though and Bertram’s Hotel (if you know the story)!


  2. Really loved the photos and deeply envious of you studying textiles. I love looking at material but still scared of my sewing machine. I loved hearing about how it was then. I’m sure the wedding you had was wonderful, but I don’t blame you for wondering. btw the first novel I self published was a murder mystery – but not a standard one. One of the first things that happens is that a vampire gets staked by a knitting needle, which is investigated as murder. If you are interested at all, let me know in my comments with an email address (which won’t be published!) I can send a code to you for a free copy. It’s called the Forgotten Village and I had a blast writing that as well. I hope that you will keep going with the writing. Regardless of anything that anyone else thinks, I feel it is a massive boost to mental health and wellbeing. Thank you as well for all the supportive comments you have made, they are very much appreciated. LM aka Sybil x


    1. Hi Sybil – I will send my email and look forward to reading your books although it will probably be Christmas when I have some proper me time off work – but something for me to look forward to. I am at present trying to work out how I am going to fit everything I need to do for Christmas into the time! Take care.


  3. I love your mix of memories and current photos. Not to mention all that 70s hair of your husband! It sounds almost decadent now having a slow two weeks pottering around a couple of towns, doesn’t it?


  4. hi,i used to stay on the old site around 40 years ago when 6/7 year old,also went past,to see the housing estate,i think there used to be a hotel at the top of it?wish I could get a time machine!will


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