Since Hazel wanted some Peruvian decaf and my own stocks of Sumatran Manderling were running low, I took the bus to Perth today to sort us both out. Not a bad trip really if you ignore the 20 min wait at Cumbernauld Town Centre. It gave me a chance to take some shots of the dilapidated concrete crap we have to put up with as a town centre. Two old ladies were bemused at me taking photos of the monstrosity. It’s people like me that give photogs a bad name.
Clockwise from the top (bottom two link to larger images – you wouldn’t want a larger image of the TC, believe me, you wouldn’t)
- This is the first sight drivers have of Cumbernauld Town Centre. It’s not the most welcoming sight, is it. It’s what happens when architecture goes bad.
Cumbernauld Town Centre – The only place in the world where they had to halt demolition when part of it fell down voluntarily.
Cumbernauld – The town they wanted to twin with Beirut and Beirut rejected the offer. Honestly, you can see why.365/300
- By comparison, Perth lives up to it’s description of the fair city. The River Tay was quite high, but the view through the bridge was really nice.
- Walking through Perth, I chanced upon this lamp post, yarn-bombed! The only one I could see in the street, but I’m sure there will be more from these urban guerrillas.
From Cumbernauld which should be bombed to yarn bombing in Perth. Quite a round trip, and I got the coffee @
The Bean Shop
67 George Street