An explanation is in order.
A long time ago when The Bridge was being built, the builders lodged here in the wee village down the road.
Their lodgings were basic, and the landladies made of stern stuff, and they only ever got cheese in their sandwiches at lunchtime.
So they called the place Cheesetown.
Simples.
21 August 2009 at 19:40
A friend, The Major, took his American fiancee on a driving tour of Scotland. Their first stopping point in the country was lunch in a small cafe in Moffat.
"I'll have a cheese sandwich," said the lady.
"Do you want anything else?" asked her swain.
"Oooh no, that'll be ample."
He tried to explain, diplomatically (it was a small cafe) that she wasn't to expect anything like the things he'd seen in her prairie homeland. She was adamant: a snadwich would suffice.
And that's what she got: a Dairylea slice between two rounds of Wonderloaf, with the butter ending half an inch from the margins of the bread.
21 August 2009 at 21:17
Butter AND Dairylea?? they're well posh down in the borders!
22 August 2009 at 18:30
Oh I hate it when people don't butter to the edges!
I now have a craving for cheese on toast.
Sx