I like Oban. We stayed there for a week once, in the summer of 1978. There is a famous folly at Oban. It has a raised position above the town and is clearly visible on the skyline from many parts of the town and beyond, as was, no doubt, the intention. McCaig’s Tower, built of granite between 1897 and 1902, was based on the Colosseum in Rome, but remained unfinished after John Stuart McCaig’s death and today provides panoramic views from a public garden.
In my working life, the term urban morphology was of some
significance. The shape and form of towns and how they had grown was something
I had always found interesting and it still intrigues me. Like many settlements
in hilly landscapes, Oban is a bit hemmed in by the surrounding high land. The
result is that town planners’ options are somewhat restricted by the lie of the
land, when they have to respond to pressures to expand the settlement and its
facilities. Oban’s natural harbour and its proximity to many of the offshore
islands makes it a hub for people in transit. Consequently, port facilities
have mushroomed, its rail links to Glasgow have been retained and considerable
pressure is put on its road system, especially as there is really only one way
in and out of Oban for long distance travellers by car, which then inevitably takes
them across the centre of the town from the northern edge of the built-up area to
the ferry terminal, which is south of the centre. That means that the roads near
the centre are always busy, it seems, and traffic jams are the norm, in the
summer months, at least. Town planners have responded by blocking off former
street access, in some cases, to keep traffic moving, and by introducing one-way
systems to ease the flow. I found that the result is not always that
straightforward to manoeuvre.
There is a Tesco superstore on the south side of the port,
physically quite close to the centre of town, but only approachable from one
direction, which is much further out. Sat’ nav’ suggested otherwise, but the
former road it indicated is no longer a junction and has a paved area with
flower butts where the road used to go. We circumnavigated the site on the west
side, instead. We could see the supermarket below us but there was no obvious
access to it. We went over to the east side again, but there was a distinct
lack of “supermarket this way” signposting. In the end, a separate petrol
station provided us with the intervening opportunity that we were looking for.
“Its easy, you just go further on down this road and then turn right and right
again”, the guy in the shop said. Well, it may be easy if you know the place,
ignore sat’ nav’ and can manage without street signs.
As a result, we ran out of time to visit the station. I had to take my pictures from the ferry terminal, instead, separated from it by tall wire fencing. I know just what a nuisance that has become when it comes to photographing the UK railway scene. We must have the most fenced in railway system in the world, so it’s hardly a folly that you could attribute to Oban alone. Mind you, they’ve got two of those already.