Historical Tantallon
It was a glorious morning and I rose early, slipped into my sturdy walking boots and hiked the 3 miles to the impressive ruins of Tantallon Castle. I was drawn like a magnet to this huge fortification that towers majestically above the sea and couldn’t help recalling some of the stirring words from Sir Walter Scott’s Marmion.
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Blasts From the Past
The slack dunes crumble under the wheels of the 1927 Galloway car as I head back to the Myreton Motor Museum at Aberlady; away from the incessant calls of the herring gulls, gannets, puffins and fulmars and the long white tails of parnassus grass that wave forlornly in the sea-cool breeze.
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Life and Work at Sancta Maria Abbey
There could scarcely have been a more desolate site to build a monastery; smack bang on East Lothian’s bleak and barren Lammermuir Hills, a short distance above the picturesque village of Garvald.
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Coal, Black Gold from the Past
In normal circumstances, coal means instant warmth – just add firelighters and strike a match. However, in this day and age, coal is becoming the black gold of the past.
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