Home at Old Broughton
"This all started when we lived
where I was born, in No 4, Old Broughton, the old estate house at the end
of Barony Street. It was at the Patersons Court, all part of the old
Broughton village and was surrounded with the ruins of the old wall, still
We would all go to the end of
Barony Street, and get the tram car to Granton Square, and walk along the
Middle Pier to the ferry.
The 'William Muir'
The 'William Muir' was the glory
of Fife. It was the great adventure and wonder to me as I was shown
the mechanics of the engine room and the paddles that drove it.
So with ice cream cones and lemonade Fantas I was the bees knees"
Then a taxi to the house at the
Low Bin,, Burntisland . There we were for the summer, my father
coming over on Friday to Sunday. So my granny, two uncles and their
families and we all invaded the Kingdom of Fife, and all because the Ferry
was so great to travel on.
Just last week I reminded my
brother of the wee farm there where wee used to go and see if the hens
were nesting in the hedge instead of the henhouse.
On the last day before going home
to Old Broughton, my brother got an egg, and rushing to the boat put it in
his school blazer pocket. In the middle of the Forth the old 'Willy Muir
shuddered on the waves and Phil with his egg stumbled against the
gunwales, and guess what? Yes, scrambled egg" and a discoloured blazer.
I was thrilled as the ships
horn sounded as she did always did when approaching the Granton
lighthouse. That crossing could sometimes be rough, I can tell you!
Peter Shedden, Kinghorn, Fife, Scotland: August