Ferrytoll multi-storey car park

Another day working at home - this time so I could look after Ellen while Mandy took Ewan to hospital to get his stookie off. I took the opportunity to drive them to the hospital where parking is hell and then took the sleeping Ellen off for a drive round the boring sites of Dunfermline. There are plenty but nothing with the drear of yesterday's offering. It was just a collection of the usual - retail parks and hospital buildings like extended Portakabins. Buildings with no aesthetic concerns or adnornments. Pure functionality with no interest in fitting in or even standing out. Boring but no humourous juxtaposition with elegant bridges or rich farmland.

I thought the dull suburban architecture of Dunfermline's eastern expansion would offer something but it's just not possible to get a viewpoint that captures the scale and density of it. The sense of claustrophobia from the narrow streets that wind themselves into cul de sacs, trying to use the lack of direct sight lines to offer a sense of privacy and space from houses that sit cheek by jowl, everyone butted up against their neighbour.

The last call was to the Ferrytoll car park. A horrible structure in its own right but I was hoping that its underused expanses of concrete and its stark flourescent lighting would capture its soulless utilitarianism. Kind of. But not really what I'd hoped for.