Aberdour feels a bit different to other little towns or villages in Fife
and its East Neuk. It appears to be lacking the sloping winding lanes,
the colourful painted facades in blues, yellows and greens, and red
pantiles are about as rare as hen's teeth. It is, in fact, a bit grey
looking. But what it lacks in the red pantiles department is more than
made up for in other areas. For Aberdour has a squinty little building
down by the harbour. You just can't beat a squinty little building, one
in which no two walls are plumb and the sea is close to winning a long
long battle. I would in fact visit Aberdour for no other reason than to
stand and stare at this wondrous structure, and perhaps to offer my
shoulder as support to stop it all collapsing in a heap.
Aberdour also has a castle, and it too has some curious and no less
amazing architectural qualities. At some point in the past a chunk of it
fell off. When it hit the ground it did not break up into stones and
rubble, but remained as one huge intact chunk. It's nothing short of
astonishing that it remains in this state today, and every time I see
that monstrous lump I wonder if a few buckets of glue might just put it
back up where it belongs.
Aberdour is not short of architectural wonder. In the Woodside Hotel
there is an intact roof from the saloon of an old ship. The 'Orontes 1'
was launched in 1902, and the wonderful carved wood and stained-glass
that you can see was created by Oscar Paterson, a stained-glass artist
of considerable renown, and a true Glasgow Boy.