Wee, modest, crimson-tippèd flow'r,

The offer of a free lunch in a Turkish restaurant tempted Mrs T and I into Aberdeen this morning. Our route from the bus station to the mezes took us through the "Christmas Village" and past this fine statue of Robert Burns sadly contemplating a mountain daisy that he has just destroyed with his plough, and doubtless keeping an eye on the passing young ladies. The statue celebrates his poem:

To a Mountain Daisy
On Turning One Down with the Plow in April 1786. 


You can read the poem here.