On a summer visit to my home village these pillars were a bit of puzzle. We thought they were maybe the supports for a new bridge across the burn. But as this shot from September shows, trees have been planted where a bridge would touch the opposite bank. We have concluded sadly that the pillars are Art.
I may be guilty of the exile's fault of wanting everything to stay just as it was, but I feel rather sad that what was a wild, natural burnside has now been primped and planted up and studded with pointless aluminium pillars.