Someone clearly took the “if they were playing in my back garden...” quip quite literally with Beechwood Park.
The village road that winds its way to the home of Auchinleck Talbot cuts through tight rows of terraced houses, more than enough to convince the uninitiated they’ve surely taken a wrong turn were it not for the steady stream of people, most of them draped in black and gold, marching faithfully upwards.
And it’s there, glimpsing the old ground at the crest of the hill, you realise the key difference to the old saying – you'll find nobody shutting the curtains here.
