Time-Worn

We were on the road early this morning, to get to Glasgow for 10.30 am. It was a horrible drive in the drizzle, mist and spray.  The meeting was good, however. 

We had intended to go into the city afterwards for a wander, but it was so cold and wet that we set off immediately and stopped at New Lanark for a short walk.

The village dates  from the late 18th century, and was a social and industrial experiment - a complex of mills, originally for cotton, with good quality housing, fair wages, onsite childcare, education and health care.  Surprisingly, the work force proved to be more productive than in the mills of less enlightened employers.

The mills still spin, woolen yarn now, and not on a large scale. The restored cottages are occupied, and the mill buildings have been largely given over to historical interpretation and tourist related enterprises.

It has a wonderful situation in the  River valley , just downstream of the Falls of Clyde.  It would have been good to have walked in the woods, but it was just too wet.  

Instead, I bought some wool to knit a sweater.

The shot is of the steps leading down to the mills.  They must have echoed to the clatter of the mill girls clogs as they ran down to work in the morning, and clambered wearily back up at the end of the day.