We stopped off at Moffat on the way down to England last week, just to stretch our legs a wee bit really but the last time I stopped off there I hadn’t realised that the author D.E. Stevenson had lived in the town and is buried in the local cemetery. If you’re a fan of D.E. (a Dessie) and it’s not so easy for you to get to Moffat you might be interested to see what the town is like. I think she was very fond of the place.
It’s a really small town but it is set in lovely countryside and I can see that it would be a pleasant place to live, it’s far enough away from big places to make small privately owned shops commercially viable so it’s more interesting than lots of bigger towns. Mind you having said that it has an Edinburgh Woollen Mill shop and I was amazed to find that there was one of those in almost every English town that we visited, even Braintree. Moffat even has a bookshop which sells new and second-hand books, and even buys books back from you after you’re finished with them!
The photo below is of a small street at the end of the main street and the houses are very typical of Scottish houses which are about 100 years old.
The buildings are very definitely Scottish architecture, it isn’t just the fact that they’re built of stone and not brick.
We walked around a lot of the cemetery but couldn’t find D.E.Stevenson. I thought she would have been signposted! I think she’s in there somewhere though and if you have to be buried then I suppose it’s not a bad spot to be, the trees and hills are pretty anyway and the countryside on the way into the town is lovely.
Next time we pass, I’ll have to do my homework first and find out exactly where D.E. lived and then I can take a photograph of the house and the plaque.
From there we drove on to Lincoln and by then it was chucking it down with rain. They get hardly any rain there and I believe that the farmers had been complaining of drought but obviously the rain wanted us to feel at home as Fife has had the wettest summer for nearly 100 years, in fact it has been the wettest place in Britain. I get the distinct feeling that rain clouds are following us about. If I’m not careful I’ll begin to feel like the Queen as rain almost always fell when she visited places in Africa in the past – only there it’s a sign of good luck!