Image: Dawn L Miller
The rotunda had stood in this same spot for longer than I could remember.
It looked old.
It felt old.
With each passing season the timbers aged just that bit more.
There had been overtures to tear it down and use the land for a skateboard park but that had been quashed when a preservation order was put on it. So there it stayed.
Now days its use was limited to rainy days when it provided some shelter for those silly enough to be in the park on such days.
Long gone were the Sunday afternoon concerts when the town brass band would assemble and the community gathered in picnic style to listen to their latest repertoire.
Today it sat in this spot, a building full of tired old memories and the carvings of long lost lovers who so long ago proclaimed to the world their undying love.
Trudy loves Clarence, June 6 1924……..my grandparents who were married 65 years…..