“ It is a dear thing a little town, 'a lovesome thing, God wot,' and Priorsford is the pick of all little towns. I love the shops and the kind, interested way the shopkeepers serve one: I have shopped in most European cities, but I never realised the full delight of shopping till I came to Priorsford. You can't think what fun it is to order in all your own meals, to decide whether you will have a 'finnan-haddie' or a 'kipper' for breakfast—much more exciting than ordering a ball gown. ”
Priorsford
Definition and stakes
Priorsford, a literary concept, embodies the charm and social fabric of a quintessential small town, often depicted as a microcosm of human interaction. Authors like O. Douglas vividly portray it through idyllic scenes of daily life, emphasizing its tranquil streets, communal bonds, and contrasts with urban excess.
While Douglas highlights Priorsford’s simplicity and unassuming nature, other writers, such as Thos. D. Murphy and Gilbert Abbott À Beckett, explore broader historical or cultural contexts, enriching its narrative depth. The theme ultimately reveals how such towns encapsulate both the everyday and the profound, reflecting societal nuances through their quiet, understated existence.
Quotes about “Priorsford”
O. Douglas, Penny Plain — CHAPTER VII (1920)
“ Jean objected, "we're not in the least like people in a book. I often wonder why Priorsford is so unlike a story-book little town. We're not nearly interested enough in each other for one thing. We don't gossip to excess. Everyone goes his or her own way. In books people do things or are suspected of doing things, and are immediately cut by a feverishly interested neighbourhood. I can't imagine that happening in Priorsford. No one ever does anything very striking, but if they did I'm sure they wouldn't be ostracised. ”
“ Hope, jealous as a mother for her own, "I think there is something very special about Priorsford. There are few towns as beautiful. The way the hills cradle it, and Peel Tower stands guard over it, and the links of Tweed water it, and even the streets aren't ordinary, they have such lovely glimpses. From the East Gate you look up to the East Law, pine trees, grey walls, green terraces; in the Highgate you don't go many yards without coming to a pend with a view of blue distances that takes your breath, just as in Edinburgh when you look down an alley and see ships tacking for the Baltic.... ”
