Kirkcaldy Railway Station around 1910 – Indian ink on a regular Moleskine Renefijten has described, in his last two posts, how he makes a sketch which describes the tones and values before his final painting. This is something I am guilty in NOT doing and should be, of course, a good habit to get into. I decided, therefore, to try this on my drawing describing the station in the town I was brought up in. If you look to the rear of this effort you can see the factory belonging to Barry, Ostler and Shepherd. Kirkcaldy had many such factories belching out smoke as in this one. The town was famous for the production of linoleum floor covering and the whole place stank of linseed oil. There is a famous poem which describes a young boy’s growing anticipation, of visiting his grandmother’s house, there. Part of the last verse says: I’ll sune be ringin’ ma Gran’ma’s bell, She’ll cry, ‘Come ben, my laddie’, For I ken mysel’ by the queer-like smell That the next stop’s Kirkcaddy! The boy in the Train – Mary Campbell Smith Although the whole area has now been modernised, it was, incredibly, just like this when Margaret and got engaged, in 1971 and I took her to visit my parents for the first time. The poor girl must have wondered what she had got herself into.