Urban curiosity #1: The Roslin Street bimney

I love living in the UK. Its the history - you don't need to read a single book about it, you simply need to walk the streets and look around. I love it. I love the walls whose mortar has been patched up innumerable times. The tombstones summarising the lives of people who walked the same streets before the country I'm from could fathom calling itself a nation. From the moss-lined ruins of a castle that once stood proud, to the old granite building that somehow now houses my flat, the history is alive, its visceral, its experienced.

Tragically though, in no time at all, those wonders become the norm and so easily ignored on daily commutes and dog walks to the beach. But they're still there and so is that sense of wonder. I just need to dig a little deeper and pay a bit closer attention. And not just look, but document and consider and discuss and debate. Are there treasures hiding in plain sight? Pilot's cap with goggles on? Check. Map with X marking the spot? Check. Sense of adventure? Check. Daily requirement to walk dog? Check check.

The first discovered curiosity is some sort of canon-like chimney or bell. If you know what this is, please let me know- but until then, I'll call it the Roslin Street bimney.