Human kindness is overflowing

ABC of Troon  K is for KENMORE. 

When I was five, I played in grass,  exactly below where this photo was taken.  And very probably it is very, very close to where our first Doggy (Not the dogwithnobrain, but the doggie with a very high sex drive), got stuck down a fox hole and my dad had to dig him out.   

We moved to this house when I was 15;  I was past the age where I cared that they had dug up my play ground and transformed a vast wilderness into houses, and anyways, - the area beyond the house was still "field" and I would happily clamber over the field on the way to School.  

It was just after we moved in here, that I fell ill, and spent the best part of 6 weeks flat on my back in my bed room - the view from this window stretched to the hill ; and I lay weak and pathetic and watched the field grown, be ploughed up, be planted, and grow again and then flower.  It was a mark of how long I lay there. 

After I started at Uni they started to build to the back of the house and to the right.  The builders yard was directly behind the house, and my mornings were spent avoiding eye contact with the builders whilst I did my make up against the day light from the window. 

I made the mistake of going out with one of them on a date - How could I refuse - he chased me to the paper shop in a fripping digger and bounded off in front of the neighbours to ask me, ever so politely for a date. 

My Dad thought this was the funniest thing ever and constantly prodded me and said "an erector eh?"  That lasted a whole two dates, before I found someone who amused me slightly more. 

It wasn't long before the houses to the left started going up and then a row directly behind mum's house.   The view to the hill is almost all gone - if it were brighter and clearer, and not obscured by rain, you would still see the golf course and the hill between the houses on the left. 

Tide and Time wait for no man, neither does Grassy bits and lovely fields.