Two new books folks. When I recover the knowledge of the ancients I shall put them up for sale to the right of this page.
I'm not going to attempt to summarise what's happened since December 2015 though highlights might creep out. Talking of creeps I am regaled this morning with pictures of the folically unchallenged Neil Oliver, sneering at the case for Scottish independence in an unashamedly adolescent manner. I wrote a section about Neil in 'McMillan's Galloway' which was far too kind but I reproduce it here, by way of a cheeky advert for the book.
Examining one of
the panels of the ancient Knockhill Cross, it is clear that the figure near the
Archangel Gabriel depicted with long hair and a microphone, is Neil Oliver, the
historian with the best hair on television, even more beautiful than Walter Scott's Helen of
Kirkconnell:
O Helen fair! beyond compare,
A ringlet of thy flowing hair,
I'll wear it still for evermair
Until the day I die.
Neil is
an ex-pupil of my old school Dumfries Academy where, so we are told by his
agent, ‘his love of history was born’. As well as having hair, Neil is a great
walker and has starred on TV tramping coastal paths round many countries that
have a coast, like Scotland, Ireland and now Australia. My coastal walking is
not as good as Neil’s, and in fact only consists of a 22 mile hike done in the
dead of night while completely drunk in Mull after my glasses had been buried
in a landslide, but even that small experience has filled me with admiration
for Neil’s achievements as well as those of the TV crew who will have to trek
the 35,846 kilometres round the variable coastline of Australia with heavy
equipment and products to maintain Neil’s hair in its good condition. Going at
the pace they were in the programme I saw , they should be finished when Neil
is 107 years old, in the year 2074, the year which is, coincidentally, the
250th anniversary of the publication of Mactaggart’s Gallovidian Encyclopedia. What an achievement that will be.
Of course walking
long distances without thought to fatigue is a well-established tradition in
Dumfries and Galloway. The old Well Path from Durisdeer in Nithsdale north is
thought to be the pilgrimage route that linked the south, ultimately Whithorn,
with Edinburgh, Dunfermline and other royal centres. It’s also where ‘men of
pairts’ would think nothing of walking to university in Edinburgh or St Andrews
from their homes. Alexander Murray for instance walked to Edinburgh from
Minigaff to become eventually Professor of Oriental Languages in St Andrews.
Joseph Thomson, the famous explorer, was famous for his pedestrian activities.
His brother noted in 1882:
On the hottest day of summer he walked from Gatelawbridge to
the top of Criffel and back, a distance of 55 miles … indulging cheerfully in a
dance on his return.
And not a hair out of place.
