Morning walk, Bannockburn.
This morning we took James up to the Bannockburn memorial for a walk and to admire the Big Man on his Big Horse.
" Here lies our land: every airt
Beneath swift clouds, glad glints of sun,
Belonging to none but itself.
We are mere transients, who sing
Its westlin’ winds and fernie braes,
Northern lights and siller tides,
Small folk playing our part.
‘Come all ye’, the country says,
You win me, who take me most to heart. "