We lived opposite a working blacksmith’s, run by brothers Kenny and Duncan MackIntosh, while their father took a supervisory role until his death. They shoed delivery horses and made iron gates and railiings, diversifying later into stock car repairs. A sideline for Kenny was separating fighting street dogs, fearlessly grabbing them by the scruff of the neck and pulling them apart – all whilst wearing his thick, leather apron. This photo shows the original wooden door to the workshop, dating from 1870.