We were supposed to leave Scotland today and return home, but unknown to us when we booked to stay in Kirkcudbright, this was the week of their Jazz festival and today was the Jazz Brolly Parade. Now I don’t know about you, but I haven’t seen a Brolly Parade so this I wanted to see. Fortunately we managed to get an EXTRA day in our accommodation. So join in!
This week in Kirkcudbright — pronounced Kirr-coo-bree — I have been checking out the property in the old town, notable for its colourful façades. Obviously an excuse to have a lingering look at the windows.
Some are very colourful:
Some are very elegant:
Others are unusual:
Houses that have windows that have houses that have windows…
Mad about cats house
And then there are those that entice you to enter:
When I see something like this opposite where I am staying, it just cries out for me to investigate. Just who were these people?
At 5:30 in the evening, the rain had cleared and the sun encouraged us to go out and explore the little town that will be our home for the next week. And an open doorway to a cobbled wynd (a narrow street or alley in Scotland, especially between houses) …well could you resist?
Stained-glass artist and watercolourist E A Taylor and his wife, illustrator Jessie M King used to live here after their return from Paris at the outbreak of the First World War. (Both attended the Glasgow School of Art)
Kirkcudbright is known at ‘The Artists Town‘ having hosted generations of painters, craftmakers and artisans, a culture still thriving today.
And along with a cute and friendly tabby cat, I unexpectedly found this.
Lisa of the blog NorthWest Frame of Mind has decided to run a different project over the next 24 weeks. To try to show what is happening in different parts of the world (if you all join in) at a particular time of day.
If you would like to participate you have until next Saturday midnight to post a photo or write about what is happening in your part of the world between 17:00 – 18:00 this week. I hope you’ll join in! See links for more details.
After driving from the Lake District yesterday to Dumfries and Galloway in southern Scotland, we hit heavy rain. Settling down to watch the women’s final at Roland Garros, we resigned ourselves to the rest of the day indoors as we watched the mizzle turn to drizzle and people with umbrellas passed by.
But, unexpectedly, as Maria Sharapova took the crown yet again, the sun came out, so donning raincoats (just in case) and armed with cameras, we ventured out to explore our new surroundings.