Bearsden

A wooded burn separates Bearsden and Drumchapel. Its a tangle of scrub, slightly wild but slightly squalid. As I rode through today, a deer looked up from grazing and eyed me without concern. The wood is a small wild space and the community could feel attached to but it doesn't look it. Barring the odd dog walker, it looks more like an ignored space. Dirty rubbish sits among the trees and a new fence and hedge sits between it and some new houses on the Bearsden side. The hedge has blocks of beech and hawthorn and will eventually obscure the burn for the people in the houses. That people largely avoid it sounds regrettable but perhaps its actually for the best. I'd like to think that people and wildlife have shared the same spaces for ten thousand years in this country and could do so here as well but, since we continually tidy nature out of our urban environment, perhaps its good that vaguely unappealing places like this exist as it means that the deer and other creatures can go about their business untroubled.

I go past here on the days that I don't have to take the car, on my way to do some repairs on a Victorian house in Bearsden. I am taking cement out and putting lime mortar back in and doing some repairs on decayed stone. This is a before picture: