A celebratory family funeral took us to Motherwell, but we stayed in Sanquhar, where I spent the first months of my life.
From my cousin David, I learned that my mother was born in this house:
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The Tollbooth is a significant bollard at the north end of the High Street and provides the main focus of excitement as articulated lorries meet other traffic on the blind bend.
https://www.dgculture.co.uk/venue/sanquhar-tolbooth-museum/
The Inscriptions on the bench (NEVER INJURE A FRIEND) and by the main door (GOD SEND GRACE) could not be bettered.
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Sanquhar's Post Office is the oldest in the world, that still sells stamps.
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My annual childhood holidays started and ended here.
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Sanquhar has more churches than expected for the town's size, which may echo its history of strong religious radicalism.
The monument commemorates The Sanquhar Declaration. Disestablishmentarianism the hard way.
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