Finding Cramond

Cramond Village

Getting to Cramond yesterday was a bit of a chore.  I knew which bus to take, but finding the stop was the fun part.  Nothing is where it usually is because of the road construction up on Princes Street.  However, after much ado, I did find the place.

Most of the village used to be a Roman Fort and at least some of the foundations survive.  There is the obligatory kirk and inn, along with a few houses built into the side of the hill.  The original Cramond, that is; the rest of it has built up over time.  It sits on the River Forth and I would have cruised past it on the boat tour the other day.

Unfortunately, it also lies under the flight path for planes landing at the airport.  Every ten to fifteen minutes.  It doesn’t make for much peace and quiet and I’m sure the residents aren’t any too happy with the situation, either.  To one extent and another, maybe they’ve gotten used to it and don’t even hear them anymore.

I had the chance to speak with an older couple while at the pier.  They were babysitting their grandsons, twins, for their daughter who had returned to work a couple of days a week.  Her dog, as well.  He was a spaniel type, very friendly, very wet and very insistent that I should rub his belly.  We talked for fifteen minutes or so, about this and that and the next thing, then wandered off in our own directions.