agneskirkwood

Hi all, this is my very first blog!

I was born in a small Scottish mining village in 1943 called Fallin, just outside of Stirling. The village then consisted of blocks of pit houses along the main road, a school, police station, a little corner sweet shop at the gable end of one of the blocks. As I blog regularly, I'll add different interesting places (to me and like-minded folk) to the list that I remember fondly.

What a wonderful upbringing, lots to do, although we thought we were bored, and places to escape to (that our parents didn't know about), and adventures to have around the pit, the blocks, the bings, the ponds and just about any other dangerous place you could think of. What gloriously fantastic memories that are conjured up in me and I am young again, running down that drossy bing.

From a piece I wrote 15 years ago, when I started to try my hand at writing, here's an extract from a piece that eventually did end up being a part of a chapter in a book I published;-