Saturday, 22 November 2014

Fraserburgh, a love story


I think it is fair to say my relationship with my home town of Fraserburgh has been stormy. I left there in 1982 an angry mixed up teenager. It has taken me over 30 years to see that it is actually a wonderful place. I thought I only had bad memories of it, but a school reunion showed me how wrong I was.

These two lovely ladies I have not seen for a few decades but within minutes it was like we were 15 again and plotting mischief.
Soon we were strutting our stuff under this:
whoah yes baby, I still haz my moves :-)
Blimey it was amazing, you have a view of yourself, you see yourself in a very definate way, but people come in and turn that upside down.
I am still trying to unpack it all, but I wouldn't have missed it for the world.
It reminded me that as the great Burns said 'O would some power the giftie gie us to see ourselves as others see us'
I love Fraserburgh, the Broch, the beach is my safe haven, I always jog there when I go home, rain or shine, nothing says Scotland like a shiny red nose!


In my youth it was the tennis courts, Andy Murray would kill for moves like these:


Moving on swiftly, Fraserburgh you have shaped me, you taught me and maybe now after a turbulent 50 years I can see what you mean to me and you mean a lot.



My granny is far left looking at me, she has the most fab hat on. I am the sulky one far left with pudding bowl haircut.


Oh dear here I am leaning over the crib giving some poor soul what for ....


Me, the lovely Mary and Jill, also Stephen Rennie, he was the infant school heart throb.


Above is me and Mary outside my grans house, I caught up with Mary at the reunion and she has not changed one bit.


The best thing about the Broch is that it still holds my beautiful big Sis, always there to look after me, she added Mr Freud to the picture ...

Huge thanks to these lovely people for making the dream reunion come true.






1 comment:

  1. Well done you for being brave enough to go. Not sure I would!