I lived in Culross till I was 1 year old. I came back each summer to stay with my grandparents. I remember buildings black with the stour of centuries. I remember gray clouds that strained the light.
Today the causeway stones gleam, the mercat cross sports baskets of gay geraniums, the walls sparkle with whitewash and 10th-Century saffronwash.
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Such a beautiful colour Elaine, so fresh with the water droplets I can almost smell the fragrance. ♡
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