E. F. Benson,
Corstophine
(1925)
“ There, on the right of the station yard, were the allotment gardens, and behind them rose the line of moors, among which, no doubt, Helyat lay. There, to the left, were the roofs of sheds, with tall chimneys vomiting smoke, and there in front of me was the mean, steep street stretching into an endless perspective. But to-day, instead of finding a dead and uninhabited town, it was full of busy crowds hurrying about. Children were playing in the gutters; cats sat and made their toilets on doorsteps; the sparrows pecked at the refuse heaps that strewed the road. ”
