So October was my first attempt at a See It, Blog It challenge - and I completely failed to do the actual 'blog it' bit. *sigh* Such a numpty. Anyway, here's what the October challenge was - to go somewhere you frequently go or pass but don't pay usually attention to, and look at it from a different angle. Mine was unintentional. There was a break-in at the usual venue for my daughter's dance classes (a Masonic lodge of all things, as I think I've mentioned before), and it was still a crime scene so her dance teacher had to find a new venue for that day's classes sharpish. She managed to hire the church hall down the road. I drive past that church at least six times a week and although I'd admired a tree in its garden (grounds?), that was it.
What I didn't get a decent picture of was the view back out onto the road I drive up and down so often. I frequently think that a new view of a familiar scene can be fascinating in a Through the Looking Glass sort of way. It gets my imagination going anyway. The tree I've admired, in spring especially, is behind a fairly high stone wall so I had no idea what else was in the garden. In fact it's a tranquil sort of place, more grass than I expected with mature trees. It's quiet. The road outside is hardly a busy road so you'd expect that but there's a nice sense of quiet you get in places with high walls and trees. Some places. Perhaps not prisons.
It reminded me of this little sign that I found last year.
It's by the side of a busy road. Although there is pavement there, hardly anybody ever walks along it because it's not a residential area, it's near an edge-of-town retail park, so probably hardly anybody ever notices it. You certainly wouldn't spot it from a car. It's not old and despite its resemblance to a tombstone it's (again) a commemorative thing, this time commemorating when that road was opened. It says:
Glasgow 8 miles
Brussels 641 miles
Ken Collins, MEP
the European Parliament
for Strathclyde East
Friday 23rd August 1991
I think it says Friday. Can't see for the grass.
What fascinates me about this is that somebody commissioned this monument, somebody took some trouble over the wording, somebody carved it. Presumably on the day there was an appreciative crowd for the grand opening (I didn't live here then). I wonder how many people know it's there?