The sea has taken lives all around Scotland and many bodies have been washed on her shores over the centuries. This is a burial ground that takes its origin in lives lost at sea, situated closely to the dazzling and deadly blue waves of Scotland's shores.
Inscription on the gravestone of James White, 1685, in Fenwick, Ayrshire This martyr was by Peter Ingles shot,By birth a Tiger rather than a Scot,Who that his monstrous extract might be seen,Cut off my head and kicked it o'er the Green.Thus was the head which was to wear a crownA football made by a profane... Continue Reading →
Robert Burns has written many memorable poems and songs, some funny, some witty, many bawdy and a few very touching. John Anderson. My Jo is one of the latter, a song about growing old together, of love and companionship towards the end of your life. It is gentle and considerate even though it was formed... Continue Reading →