The Auld Brig

Leica M Monochrom – 50mm Summilux

This is one of my favourite parts of Ayr.
It’s five hundred and forty three years old and hasn’t changed a bit, which is more than can be said for the rest of the sorry place.
I was born in this town when the bridge reached it’s half millennium and haven’t left it since and doubt I ever will, but it’s crumbling around me now.
Ayr used to be a proud seaside resort that attracted thousands of tourists a day in the summer. Now it stands rotting by the sea, the bricks, the wood, the very fabric of it… and the people.
There is no future for towns like Ayr anymore. Too far out to be “part of a city” and too far gone to be an attractive city satellite.
Time does tell. Ayr is dead but this bridge will live forever.