Look at the chimneys.

It used to be the Post Office. Now defunct (I have to cycle out to Sighthill to collect parcels).

Years ago I got a card through the door telling me that there was a letter that needed a signature and I would have to provide photographic ID to collect it. Well I turned the house upside down looking for my passport. Could I find it? No. So I collected together my drivers licence and my birth certificate and three bills and a whole bunch of other stuff and walked along to Brunswick Street. The man behind the counter didn't even look at my proof of ID, he just wanted a signature. Outside I opened the envelope, it was from my solicitor, and with a letter thanking me for my proof of ID was my passport. Eejit.