Kieran Turner's photos with the keyword: audi cabriolet

That's where I grew up, that is. For the most part, anyway. Edward Calvert, c. 1904; a set of three adjacent pairs of semi-detached villas (the two leftmost of the trio seen here, i.e. not the house at the left of frame). Built in red sandstone, they're opposite the pleasingly solidly-walled gardens of a number of enormous detached villas, some of which are also by him. When I say enormous, I mean they have things like entirely oak-panelled billiards rooms... Tragically most of the pairs of houses have lost their lovely gateposts in favour of people who can't drive very well. I always managed! ;-) A couple have also lost their conservatory-style entrance corridors, to allow for external stairs to be added, with the top two floors forming one flat, and the ground floor another. The removal of the main internal staircase creates a pleasingly large hall though, and they're still fine, large homes with three or four bedrooms each. The earliest of the houses – rightmost in this photo, in the middle of the three buildings – was (and is, I hope) in possession of an incredible diary, kept by a little girl who moved in just after it had been built, and before construction of any of the terrace of houses which are now round the back (Merchiston Gardens). She records things like the excitement of the first tram to pass nearby on Polwarth Gardens, and the encroachment of Morningside — and the hoi polloi!

I am neither old enough nor married enough to be having a mid-life crisis, okay?

Whilst stationary, I hasten to clarify. On the move she hid down behind the seat and from time to time yelled "Woohoo!" :-)

Once a petrol station, but for over twenty years a bookshop instead. The lovely proprietor made me a cup of coffee as soon as I went in for a look around. I felt terrible that I didn't buy the £40 book I really wanted, but I've bought enough toys recently... so I bought a £5 book instead, just so I had contributed. If you want to browse for yourself, it's in Blair Atholl (near the fabulous water mill where they still make their own bread!) The bookshop is next to the hotel, actually on what used to be the A9, hence the petrol station story. Follow signs for Blair Castle to get here. Oh, and this is also the first shot to be uploaded of something I suppose I'd better get used to over the winter: my car with its roof up!

...with my car doesn't mean you get to keep it, k? ;)