In a 1920s guidebook I have, Dirleton is described as, 'one of the
prettiest villages in Scotland.' Well, I am delighted to report that not
a lot has changed since then, and it remains a most enchanting little
place. The huge crumbling castle dominates the village, around which is
a broad green bordered by rustic cottages. It is not a typical layout
for a village in Scotland, or anywhere, but gives one a great sense of
history with oodles of space and charm.
There is probably only the one shop in the village, which will give you
an idea of its size, and yet this tiny charismatic hamlet would put many
a city to shame. For it has a public toilet, positioned most sensibly
beside the bus-stop. Such is the demise of public toilets in our big
cities that Dirleton may soon see an unexpected surge in visitors as
desperate masses head in this direction for a pee. And the bus-stop
itself is a real one; it is constructed from wood and provides proper
shelter from the elements (no ankle draughts here!). It even has a
proper wooden bench inside where one may sit without the need to perch
precariously, as is the case in far too many rural bus and railway
station waiting-rooms. Nowadays we pay more heed to how we might
vandal-proof our waiting-rooms and other structures, and less
heed to the needs of travellers who would legitimately use them.
(End of lecture.)