Dumfries and Robert Burns.

Dare to be honest and fear no labour.

Robert Burns 1759 – 1796

I guess between these two, the river and the man you immediately associated Scotland with the man. The poet who read the newspaper to the illiterates from a chair in his favourite pub. The Globe would open up the windows to the street so more could hear. It was at these times he also familiarised them with his poems. They loved the occasion.

Then here is his wife standing tall.

Well, it took a while to sort out a wedding day, and all the loves that Robert had, but after their second child they were man and wife. Sadly when the last was born it turned out to be the day Robert Burns was laid to rest. Jean named the child after the doctor that delivered him.

Robert was 37 years old at the time of his death already well known for his poetry and of course Auld Lang Syne the one we sing once a year. He was also known for scratching a verse and his name on window panes. There was one to be seen in the pub and his house.

Let us look inside the house he spent the last three years of his life and where Jean lived for many more years.

This garden is filled with flowers and verses from well known poems

Press on Robert Burns – To A Mouse – Poem . This is one that children love. Listen to it read to you.

Thank you for being with us a while in Dumfries.

Sandy 🙂