Our Time at Preston Tower
We nearly drove past
From the road, Preston Tower looks like an old farmhouse that’s lost the rest of its buildings. I went in with the camera over my shoulder, thinking I’d spend half an hour looking at the stonework. Lucy got upstairs while I was still doing exactly that.
A window onto the Border
I caught up with her at one of the slit windows. We stood looking across the farmland and listened for a moment. It was so quiet that it took a bit of imagination to picture a family in the same spot, trying to work out whether the horses they could hear were coming their way.
Back out in the daylight
We took turns going up the tower so one of us could stay outside with Meg. Dogs can go in, but that winding stone stair looked awkward on four legs. There’s a pleasant wander around the grounds while you wait.
Outside, there were swallows over the fields and someone passing with their dog. On the way back to the car I found myself looking at the tower again. The first time I’d looked, I’d nearly missed it. This time I was thinking about how reassuring those walls must have felt when you could hear something outside and had no idea what it was.
Heather & Sand verdict: Well worth pulling over for. The climb and the view from that little window stayed with us longer than we’d expected.
Read the full story from our visit: A Tower Built for Waiting.
