As you wander around the narrow cobbled lanes of this charming village
you would be forgiven for thinking you were in an historical film-set
depicting 17th century Scotland. About the only thing that spoils the
fantasy is the occasional parked car. I know it's always difficult
striking a balance in such a picturesque place between catering for
visitors and allowing locals to live and work and get on with their
lives, but in Culross I feel there is a real argument for, at the very least,
hiding the cars somewhere (perhaps below the high tide mark on the
nearby banks of the River Forth).
Everywhere you look there are whitewashed walls and crow-stepped gables
and rounded cobbled surfaces on winding little streets. For such a wee
place there are loads of old buildings you can enter, houses with
wood-panelled rooms and painted overhead beams. Your appreciation very
much depends, of course, on your interests. If, for example, you are
fond of shopping, then Culross is not the place for you. If, on the
other hand,
you are keen to creep around the ruins of
old abbeys
and
soak up the atmosphere in rooms and
passageways that
creak and groan,
then
you've
come to the right place.