Lower Largo

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As you walk into Lower Largo there is an ever-growing feeling of excitement. It's the sort of excitement that comes with that first glimpse of a village whose level of prettiness is way off the scale. Apart from the narrow main street with its tiny whitewashed cottages, crow-stepped gables, and roofs of curvy red pantiles (or 'panties', as my computer would rather have me say - what sort of two-bit bundle of electronic cack has not heard of the word 'pantile'?), there is this whopping great railway viaduct that towers over the village in a most agreeable fashion. It is a constant reminder of the past.
Lower Largo once had a railway station, and trains once chugged over the breathtaking multi-arched viaduct high above its panties. At one time the railway dominated life in the village, if for no other reason than that folk might have spent every waking moment with one eye squinting upwards, thinking to themselves, 'If the 4.50 to Leven comes off the rails and lands on my head, it's going to hurt.'
Today, even in the absence of the railway, it still dominates life in Lower Largo. For nestling in the shadow of the mighty structure you will find Station Wynd, on whose ancient cobbles sits the Railway Inn, a glorious old pub whose interior is festooned with things to do with trains. How very sad that there is now no railway in this part of Fife. When we banished trains from places like Lower Largo we made a BIG mistake.