Kennetpans, an estate on the river Forth near the Kincardine Bridge, used to belong to my grandfather’s grandfather, Bob Scott (the man standing tall in a hat).
Here is my grandfather Rab Scott with his grandfather Bob Scott:
Bob Scott became wealthy from his orchards that provided fruit for jam:
Kennetpans house was demolished after the second world war.
The Scott children loved the place.
Yesterday, in an old and tattered book (it was more of a Victorian pamphlet), I came across this description of the inside of Kennetpans House:
I was struck by the description of the dining room appearing like the deck of a ship. My uncle, John Gibson Scott, used to love sharing with me his childhood stories from Kennetpans. As a wee boy, with his mother, he was rowed out from Kennetpans to see the opening of the Kincardine Bridge.
The boat of that deck is now gone.
[footnote: after being demolished the rubble from Kennetpans house was used to bolster several of the supporting pillars of Kincardine Bridge]
Here are two films which feature Kennetpans:
And here is a film on Kincardine Bridge:
