There is something strangely ironic in the fact that Linlithgow was the
location of Scotland's first ever petrol pump in 1919. It is ironic
because while this is clearly an interesting historical snippet,
Linlithgow's High Street is now blighted by an unending bumper-to-bumper
procession of traffic. It is horrendous. These old buildings were not
designed to withstand so much vibration. They are in danger of falling
down. There is surely a case for banning all vehicles from the High
Linlithgow is a charming royal town. It's High Street is lined with
jumbly ancient structures, each of which exudes its own crumbly
character. Go through to see them now, before the whole place collapses
in a heap.
If your name is Mary, then you'll find Linlithgow quite agreeable,
because there are a lot of Marys around. The best tavern in the town is
called the Four Marys, named after the four ladies-in-waiting to Mary,
Queen of Scots, who were all called Mary. Weird, huh?
Our queen was in
fact born in Linlithgow Palace. Apart from being able to sit on a stone
ledge that may once have supported the regal rear end, you can also see
pubs with peculiar names like Th' Auld Hole I' Th' Wa' (long long ago there
was a national shortage
of letters and a surplus of apostrophes),
and the Black Bitch Tavern
(named after the dog in
the town's crest).