Tuesday, 27 November 2012
Monday, 26 November 2012
Saturday, 24 November 2012
Update I am grateful to the comment from Gerald (Hyde DP) for the information that the symbol is a benchmark. These were marks cut into milestones, buildings and other permanent structures to give the height above sea level at that particular spot. They were formerly used by Ordnance Survey in surveying.
The destinations on this face Largo, Colinsburgh and St Andrews.
During World War II, all road signs and milestones in the country were ordered to be removed or otherwise hidden from view in case of enemy invasion. Many milestones were lost at that time. However, in Fife they were placed in safe storage and then re-erected at the end of the war.
Tuesday, 20 November 2012
Wednesday, 14 November 2012
Sunday, 11 November 2012
The information about the memorial was obtained from the book of photographs of the Sea Toun of Largo compiled by Ivy Jardine. It is out of print but I was able to borrow a copy from the library.
Thursday, 8 November 2012
Wednesday, 7 November 2012
Seeing the geese brought to mind a favourite poem written in 1915 (in Scots Angus dialect) 'The Wild Geese' by Violet Jacob which was hauntingly set to music by the Angus folksinger the late Jim Reid and appears on his solo album 'I saw the Wild Geese Flee'.
The Wild Geese
'Oh, tell me what was on yer road, ye roarin' Norland wind
As ye cam' blawin' frae the land that's niver frae my mind?
My feet they trayvel England, but I'm deein' for the north—'
'My man, I heard the siller tides rin up the Firth o' Forth.'
'Aye, Wind, I ken them well eneuch, and fine they fa' and rise,
And fain I'd feel the creepin' mist on yonder shore that lies,
But tell me, ere ye passed them by, what saw ye on the way ?'
'My man, I rocked the rovin' gulls that sail abune the Tay.'
'But saw ye naethin', leein' Wind, afore ye cam' to Fife?
There's muckle lyin' yont the Tay that's mair to me nor life.'
'My man, I swept the Angus braes ye haena trod for years—'
'O Wind, forgie a hameless loon that canna see for tears!—'
'And far abune the Angus straths I saw the wild geese flee,
A lang, lang skein o' beatin' wings wi' their heids towards the sea,
And aye their cryin' voices trailed ahint them on the air—'
'O Wind, hae maircy, haud yer whisht, for I daurna listen mair!'
Violet Jacob (1863-1946)