Sunshine Corner, the origin of which name is lost in the mists of the mist that lurks there for at least 8 months of the year, is at a bend of the Scaur river just outside the village. It is a place of popular resort, possessing as it does a little sandy beach and a very large stony beach.
And now it possesses a bench. The bench just arrived, and though I can make a very educated guess as to both the source of the wood and the creator, I don't think there was any formal planning, or payment involved. The bench has come because it would be nice.
Yesterday I was at the interment of a very gracious, interesting man. It was sad, as burials are, but the memory that I am sure will stay the longest is that of eight adult grandchildren holding the cords to lower the coffin containing their grandfather into the grave.
Small Place: Big Society
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