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Around three Sundays ago, I took a plod along to one of my old neighbourhoods to wallow in nostalgia for days long past, and, as is my wont, sat on a bench near a burn (a Scots word for watercourse, from a large stream to a small river) in which wild fowl sometimes swim. Not that you can see them from the bench, but you can usually hear them, and if you stand on the edge of the burn and look down into it, you'll be rewarded by the sight of them doing nothing much at all.
|The actual bench. Enlarged section from a far more panoramic photo|
Three Sundays ago, however, something had changed. The bench, which as far as I know was the same one that had occupied the spot since the '60s, was gone, and in its place was a brand-spanking new bench, but of a completely different type. The old one had a metal frame on which sat two wooden boards, with another single wooden board at the back to support the sitter. This allowed me to swing my legs around and sit facing the other way, leaning on the back-board like a railing. That way, I could look along the street in which I'd lived from 1965 to 1972.
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Update: A few months later, I was sitting on the new bench and a passing dog-walker told me what had happened to the original. Apparently, a group of local neds uprooted it, still attached to the paving slabs it was bolted to, and flung it into the nearby burn, damaging it beyond repair. When I was a teenager, if I was bored, I'd build a model kit or something. How unlike the youth of today, who'd rather destroy things it seems. B@st@rds!