(Nairn 1957, Abercrombie & Forshaw 1944, Lewis 1950)
It seems to offer more than any city could ever really provide. But maybe thats just me. Just people like me who think that. Sub-Nairnians. Those who have fallen fully through the wardrobe onto midsummer blvd. Surely its hard not to love the ambition though; central heating, indoor toilets, and space. More space than was once imaginable. Except now the plan has been unmastered. The grid ripped up. A dirty new town. Undesirable lines everywhere. Abercrombie and Fitch not Forshaw. But I still love the geometry, the accidental beauty, the endless in-betweeness everywhere, the shear bloody municipality of it all.