Linsmill on the Almond
died of the plague. It was reported that, when he died, the fear of plague was such that no one would make a coffin or bury his remains. His wife dragged his body to the banks of the Almond and laid them to rest. As we searched the perimeter of the woods, I had the unpleasant surprise of walking bare-ankled through nettles. To add insult to injury, we never found the grave, our entire purpose for visiting the property. However, we had the good fortune years later to hear from someone who shared his photos.
Leaving Linsmill, we drove to Perthshire and the scene of Scotland’s greatest victory over the English.
The Fields of Bannockburn
Robert the Bruce, King of Scots, planted his standard in the fields of Bannockburn on 23 June 1314. Eight thousand starving Scottish patriots rallied to his side, defying an English army of twenty thousand and vanquishing the oppressor, Edward II of England, in two days of fierce battle.
Bruce, the warrior king, inspired an entire nation. Seven years after their great victory, faced with continuing threats of English invasion, Scots gathered at Arbroath on 6 April 1320 and declared, “... as long as but a hundred of us remain alive, never will we on any conditions be brought under English rule. It is in truth not for glory, nor riches, nor honours that we are fighting, but for freedom – for that alone, which no honest man gives up but with life itself.”
Inspired, we left Bannockburn with the words of Scotland's Bard resounding in our thoughts ...
hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots wham Bruce has often led,
be a traitor knave, wha can fill a coward's grave,
oppression's woes an' pains, by your sons in servile chains,
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