I keep forgetting how much I like Linlithgow, actually.
Here's yer actual black bitch:
The first time I've seen one of these directions-to-the-nearest-fire-plug type signs furth of Edinburgh, and also the first time I've seen one in metal:
A very workmanlike outlet for the Word:
It's got its share of dark alleys and that, mind you:
All the world seems in tune on a Spring afternoon, when we're poisoning pigeons in the park.