You know, there are occasions when I'm doing this, visiting a town for
the first time to note all the good things, when I find myself
scrambling around desperately trying to find anything whatsoever to put
in my notebook. And so I found myself in Dalmellington, a bleak sort of
place that seemed to be falling apart at the seams. Sometimes it's like
this in small Scottish towns, especially in winter. I trekked here, I
tramped there, up hill, down dale, all the while hoping to uncover some
redeeming feature that might make my visit worthwhile. But I truly
struggled. And so, you might wonder, why even bother to mention the
place? Well, let's just say that I reckon Dalmellington needs our
support. The town, and the adjacent village of Waterside, were once
places of heavy industry, where coal and iron-ore were mined from the
ground. The Dalmellington Iron Works dominated the area between the
1840s and the 1920s. Rows of houses were built to accommodate the
hundreds of workers required for the business. Then it closed down. The
company turned to coal-mining for a while, but then it too fizzled and
died. We now seem to get the bulk of our iron and coal from abroad, and
the descendants of the workers still live in the town, mostly abandoned
and unemployed. How can we turn our
back on an area that once helped us through two World Wars by providing
iron then coal, not to mention men, for the war effort? The answer is
quite
simple: we can't. And so I might say to whichever Ayrshire council
is
responsible for Dalmellington and the surrounding district, 'Don't
you think it's about time we gave something back?'