Wash Houses

Another trip to Dalkeith today. I reckoned on fitting in a trip to Dobbies as well but in the end ran out of time and thought it better to get home to a cup of coffee instead. I didn't want to keep Donald waiting at my house.
On the way back I took a quick look at the site where the old wash-house that I used over many years was. It was knocked down quite a few years ago now and I tried hard to remember what it may have looked like but can't recall it very well. That's one for me to look up on google, I'm sure there are a few photos somewhere. I just remember the sturdy wifies who washed, scrubbed, mangled and pressed with incredible vigour and energy, I was always like a frightened bunny among them.