Mapplethorpe

Strange to see this exotic photographer's work hung in the very room where I was sent to pay the rent (21 shilllings) on Saturdays. The cashier stood behind a grill, entered the payment in a dusty ledger - I could almost imagine a quill pen ...

Not so today. Today naked and near-naked bodies adorned the walls. Grace Jones and this striking self-portrait were my favourites. Despite the Guardian thinking we're remote, really it's only an hour to Glasgow. Worth the trip, I'd say.