Hot off the Press

Colombian Press made circa 1860

    Charles Dicken's, The Pickwick Papers and Arthur Conan Doyle's, sequel to A Study in Scarlet were first published by magazines. I don't know as to how many of these magazines were published, but I do know that putting it into print was a labour intensive process.

    Recently I came across an exhibit in, the National Museum of Scotland, that it seems revolutionized printing in the 19th century; the iron hand press replaced wooden presses and was invented by American, George Clymer in 1813. Unfortunately George's invention wasn't received as well in the US and he moved to the UK to put it into production and the one featured was made in Edinburgh.

    If you think how far publication has come in two hundred years, I wonder what people will be saying about our digital world in two hundred years time.

The Man that put the Pitt into Pittsburgh

Pittencrief House

    Twenty-five miles from Edinburgh, is the town of Dunfermline, Fife. This ancient capital of Scotland,can be reached travelling from Edinburgh by road and rail via the Forth Bridges.  

    Over the next few weeks I'm going to feature in my blog, some fascinating people that were born or took up residence here throughout the centuries.

    It is a large town steeped in history and its historical past has a place not only in the history of Scotland, but the UK, Europe and the US.

    I made the short trip from my home this week to take photographs and familiarize myself again with the town I used to work in.

Pittencrief Park

    My journey started in Pittencrief Park, in Pittencrief House to be exact. The house built by Sir Alexander Clerk is now a museum and the surrounding estate is now parkland open to the public. But in the 18th Century this beautiful house and estate was home to Lt Colonel John Forbes, his wife Elizabeth Graham and was the birthplace of their son Brigadier General John Forbes.
 
    Now if you don't know who Brigadier General John Forbes is; he is the man that put the Pitt into Pittsburgh.

The gardens that are part of Pittencrief Park

     

    Towards the end of the Seven Year War (The French and Indian War), on the orders passed down from the British, Secretary of State, William Pitt; Forbes set off on an expedition to capture Fort Duquesne, Pennsylvania from the French. He succeeded in his mission and he renamed the fort, Fort Pitt as well as naming and establishing the now city of Pittsburgh.

The Forbes Marker

    Not bad for a boy from the Kingdom of Fife.

The Story behind the marker

Waves

The waves rush into the shore.

They swirl, froth, spit and begin to soar.

Crashing against the rock.

Not caring that they are running amok.

The surfers, the paddle boarders enjoyment they give.

But frequently they take the lives of those who deserve to live.

Pedaling Power

Cyclists stopping off for a well earned break

 
    Before a majority of the Scottish public had stirred from their beds this morning (Sunday), around 10,000 keen cyclists set-off on an annual challenge to raise funds for good causes in Scotland. For the last 17 years Cycling Scotland, has organised the Pedal for Scotland, 50 mile ride between Glasgow and Edinburgh, with enthusiasm increasing each year.

Some countryside spectators choosing a more relaxed day

    Riders setting off between the hours of 6 a.m. and 10 a.m. from Glasgow Green's, Peoples Palace through the city and then into the Scottish countryside, where they receive a warm welcome in the small villages and towns as they pass through.

    The village I live in provides a stop off point, giving the cyclists time to catch their breath and replenish their energy with the intake of light refreshments. They travel another 10 miles, taking lunch in the shadow of Linlithgow Palace, before they don their helmets and get on their bikes once more for the last leg of the trip, the finishing line being Edinburgh's. Murrayfield Stadium.

Linlithgow Palace

    This challenge is pedaling power at its best.

http://www.cyclingscotland.org/

Everything in art is but a copy of nature

Sir Walter Scott Statue, National Museum Scotland

    Everything in art is but a copy of nature - Rob Roy - Sir Walter Scott. The landscape, social turmoil and the conditions which the people of Scotland lived in through its turbulent history were depicted in his historical series of Waverley novels and others.

    A new scenic rail route will be opened between Edinburgh Waverley Station and the Scottish Borders on September 6th and will take admirers of his work through some of the countryside that inspired  him.

    The village of Tweedbank is where visitors will alight and at the new visitors centre in Abbotsford, they can view exhibits and the home of the once Sheriff -Depute of Selkirkshire.  http://www.scottsabbotsford.com/visit/visitor-centre/
     

Inchmahome Priory, sits on an island on Lake Mentieth 

 
     The author of Ivanhoe and Rob Roy loved his country and I couldn't leave out some pictures of another haunt of his, Lake Menteith located in the Trossachs and Loch Lomond National Park. Inchmahome Priory on the lake has a colourful history and is linked to Scott's novel, A Legend of Montrose.

    In his art of writing, in my opinion he did copy both the beauty and the sometimes cruelty of nature.

Small Boat (left) can take you to the Island on the lake

Taking Time to Reflect

    All around us there is hustle bustle; walking in the shopping mall, down the main street of our towns and it proves difficult to keep everyone else's noise from interfering in our own space. Every route seems to lead us to repetitive music or bargains of the day blaring over tannoys.

    We stick our iPhone earphones in our ears hoping that our favourite tunes will drown out the noise of car horns and revving engines.

    I know I enjoy background music playing when I'm writing, however there are times it's great to sit in silence. Finding a secluded spot in the local park or sitting in the quietest room in the house I can take time to ponder and reflect.

    I can put the world to rights, my life and maybe even come up with some great ideas that otherwise I wouldn't have if I hadn't taken that moment to switch off.

 

Lovable Rascal

    We grow a small amount fruit and vegetables in our garden. Nothing too exciting courgettes (zucchini), potatoes, beetroot, strawberries and apples are our favourites.

    Our strawberry crop has always been pretty successful and we enjoy it if we can pick them before the local bird population gets them first. We noticed recently that they seemed to be getting a little more than their fair share and I decided to look out to see if I could find out who our chief culprit was.

    To my surprise he wears a grey fur coat rather than a feathered one, he's a squirrel. I've caught him picking the best to munch  through, the under ripe he bites into and discards them on the ground at the side of the bed. They can't be to his taste.

Remnant of the rascal's munchies

    I tried to think of a word that described him best and I believe it's, rascal. Because he most certainly behaves mischievously and cheekily. But, I can't help but love him.

 

 P.S
He's a little camera shy and declined a photo shoot.