In 1970 the Commonwealth Games came to Edinburgh. What joy it was to watch Lachie Stewart winning the 10,000m, and Ian Stewart and Ian McCafferty's miraculous gold and silver in the 5,000m on the last day with an 11-year-old me in the stands screaming my wee self hoarse. But my most resonant moment was architectural, walking into the light of RMJM's Commonwealth Pool building. Coming from the old greyness of Edinburgh I was amazed by its light and openness - struck dumb by modernity.
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