Whitfield flats. Constable clouds and banks of willow herb. Dockweed seeding. Pine trees, tarmac and broken street lighting. A place that is a memory of me as a young child wandering through the estates, away from the new build houses, to the wild edges of home.
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I like this Dominique partly because of the memories of life and living in Lower Whitfield when I left the family home in Broughty Ferry when I was in my 20’s, in the early 1980’s and stayed there until 1996 🙂 a long time was had living in my wee top floor maisonette, now its space is just atmosphere as it was demolished and razed to the ground some years back 😦