A place I called home for a few years.  A village with a fantastic sense of community, friendly, helpful and welcoming. 

On reflection, a lot of these photographs of this beautiful village echo my mood of the time.  I spent 2 soul searching years in the lovely part of the world.  Hidden away from the world, almost as if time had forgotten it, sheltered, protected, from outside world.  This added so much appeal to me, it still does, I get drawn down as often as I can. 

So many memories of living down here, memories that will never fade and I will always hold dear.  

Waking up in the morning, the old cemetery on one side and the smell of Sneddons bakery wafting in from the other side.  A Saturday morning was the best, down for fresh rolls, tattie scones and fresh eggs, the smell of the fresh rolls, the pies and and tattie scones….mmmmmm.  Driving home from work, down under the bridge and a sense of feeling safe, walking up the 350 year old steps to my flat which overlooked the 12th Century Priory and grasping a sense of the history of the area.  Walking up The Cut, feck me thats not for the faint hearted, to visit my good friend Boab.  Wandering down to Rollos for a great fish and chips, still go down there as often as possible, get a pudding or fish supper, park at the playing fields and enjoying best in the about. 

A fantastic community with great people.

Thank you for everything Lesmahagow.