Ah, Bo’ness. Beautiful, beautiful Bo’ness. Very much the jewel in the crown of the… no, I’m sorry, I can’t keep up this pretence any more. There was something slightly unnerving about my brief visit here.
First off was the young man who seemed confused as to why there’d be people taking photographs of the football ground. He seemed perplexed when I described myself as a tourist. With a vicious looking dog straining at the leash, I thought I’d best just get on with the task in hand than engage him any further.
Thankfully, the ground itself is lovely and easy enough to see into. With Nick Cranston alongside me we even managed to sneak in for a couple of snaps as well, which is always a bonus and for some reason seems more commonplace north of the border.
It’s odd how little there is to see but also how photographic it is too. Terracing goes all the way around, albeit one goal is largely just a grass bank with crush barriers. But there’s a covered terrace on one side of the pitch too.
The dug outs have spiked fences nearby, lending to the slightly intimidating theme, although a park bench above them certainly hints that it’s a far more forgiving place.
And if that wasn’t enough, just as we were about to leave, we spotted a beautiful piece of vandalism that melted our hearts. Written in white spray paint, obscured only slightly by a bus stop and faded by time, were four simple words. We love you Bo’ness. Brilliant. Worth the trip alone.
Woodhorn Lane Update
Really not much to update you on. Just waiting for the thing to open now. Getting a bit boring, innit?
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