Videos tagged with "earth"
Scotland Trip [06:23]
So I've said, what's the point of traveling when you go to places you've known before? Traveling is getting lost, finding new experiences, having the courage to push your boundaries and stepping out of your comfort zone, having fun, taking chances and falling in love with the journey. This is three Indonesian girls' journey in Scotland, one of the prettiest places on earth. We are willing to share this piece of heaven with you, and this is our story.
Balvaird Castle Perthshire Scotland [01:06]
Tour Scotland video of photographs of Balvaird Castle on visit to Perthshire. A fine and complete example of a traditional late medieval Scottish tower house, built around the year 1500 for Sir Andrew Murray, a younger son of the family of Murray of Tullibardine. He acquired the lands of Balvaird in Perthshire through marriage to the heiress Margaret Barclay, a member of a wealthy family. It is likely that Balvaird Castle was built on the site of an earlier Barclay family castle. Substantial remnants of earthwork fortifications around the Castle may survive from earlier defences. A small selection of my personal photographs shot on small group tours of Scotland.
Jean Cochrane Mausoleum Kilsyth North Lanarkshire Scotland [01:01]
Tour Scotland video of the Jean Cochrane Mausoleum in Kilsyth on visit to North Lanarkshire. This vault contains the earthly remains of one, Jean Cochrane and her son who died tragically in 1695. The following is inscribed on an external wall of the vault, Jean Cochrane, wife, and son of William Livingstone of Kilsyth. Deaths caused by falling in of roof, composed turf of a house in Holland. Mr Livingstone was with difficulty extracted. Lady, child, and nurse were killed , October 1695. In 1795, vault over which the church at that time stood, having been accidentally opened bodies of Lady Dundee and her son which had been embalmed and sent from Holland were found in a remarkable state of preservation and after being for sometime exposed to view, the vault was closed. This lady was the daughter of William, Lord Cochrane who predeceased his father, William, 1st Earl of Dundonald. She married firstly John Graham of Claverhouse, Viscount of Dundee killed at the Battle of Killiecrankie, 1689 and secondly the Honorable William Livingstone who succeeded his father, James as the third Viscount of Kilsyth 1706. Lord Kilsyth married secondly Barbara, daughter of MacDougall of Makerstoun but dying under attainder at Rome, 1733.
Snow Falling Mercat Cross Scone Palace Perthshire Scotland [00:34]
Tour Scotland video of snow falling on the old Mercat Cross on visit to Scone Palace by Perth, Perthshire. Scone Market Cross formerly stood in the village of Scone. It was all that was left when the village was removed in 1803. About 1854 the cross was moved about 10 yards to the south of its original site to permit the construction of a carriage drive, and its bench of steps was used for building purposes. This cross stands on a mound of earth on the south side of the carriage drive. It is generally as described as being an octagonal shaft rising from an octagonal block of stone and surmounted by a floral decoration.
Burns Night : Addressing the Haggis : John Knox in the Crypt of the Guildhall, London January 2013 [02:49]
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the puddin-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy of a grace As lang's my arm. The groaning trencher there ye fill, Your hurdies like a distant hill, Your pin wad help to mend a mill In time o' need, While thro' your pores the dews distil Like amber bead. His knife see rustic Labour dight, An' cut ye up wi' ready slight, Trenching your gushing entrails bright Like onie ditch; And then, O what a glorious sight, Warm-reekin, rich! Then, horn for horn, they strech an' strive: Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive, Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve, Are bent like drums; Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive, 'Bethankit!' hums. Is there that owre his French ragout Or olio that wad staw a sow, Or fricassee wad mak her spew Wi' perfect sconner, Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view On sic a dinner? Poor devil! see him owre his trash, As feckless as a wither'd rash, His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash, His nieve a nit; Thro' bluidy flood or field to dash, O how unfit! But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed, The trembling earth resounds his tread. Clap in his walie nieve a blade, He'll make it whissle; An' legs, an' arms, an' heads will sned, Like taps o' thrissle. Ye Pow'rs wha mak mankind your care, And dish them out their bill o 'fare, Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware That jaups in luggies; But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer, Gie her a Haggis!