Videos tagged with "flower"
Flower of Scotland [03:42]
On the 2nd December 2012 I venture on my holiday to Scotland.Pictures of the Hotel I'm staying at also the great Scottish Loch Awe,where I'm staying,and anot...
Flower Cross Mort House Abdie Fife Scotland [00:44]
Tour Scotland video of the Flower Cross standing stone on visit to the Mort House in Abdie, North Fife.
Craigtoun Hospital By St Andrews Fife Scotland [00:49]
Tour Scotland March video of the now derelict Craigtoun Hospital on visit to St Andrews, Fife. Craigtoun Hospital was was at one time a mansion house owned by the Younger family who also previously owned Craigtoun Park itself. Dr James and Mrs Annie Younger, of the famous family of Scottish Brewers, lived here, at Mount Melville, as it was called when they were in residence. Many good causes in East Fife benefited from Dr and Mrs Younger's generosity. Deeply interested in the Episcopal Church, Mrs Younger was responsible for the completion of All Saints' Church in the 1920s and the Rectory of the Church completed in 1939. She and her husband donated the Younger Hall to the University of St Andrews. It was built at a cost of £90000 and formally opened in 1929 by the Duchess of York when it was presented to the University. Mrs Younger was President of the St Andrews Horticultural Association and for many years the exhibit of flowers from Mount Melville gardens was a feature of the shows. She took an interest in the St Andrews Cottage Hospital, and each year gave a Christmas dinner to staff and patients. Mrs Younger died in August 1942 aged 78, and is buried in the Eastern Cemetery, St Andrews.
Birks Of Aberfeldy Perthshire Scotland [01:18]
Tour Scotland video of photographs of the Birks of Aberfeldy on a visit to Highland Perthshire. This is a popular Woodland walk by the town of Aberfeldy. The Birks of Aberfeldy is also a song lyric written for a pre existing melody in 1787 by Robert Burns. He was inspired to write it by the Falls of Moness and the birch trees of Aberfeldy during a tour of the Scottish Highlands with his friend William Nicol. Now simmer blinks on flow'ry braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays, Come, let us spend the lightsome days In the birks of Aberfeldy Bonnie lassie, will ye go, will ye go, will ye go, Bonnie lassie, will ye go To the birks of Aberfeldy? The little birdies blithely sing, While o'er their heads the hazels hing; Or lightly flit on wanton wing In the birks of Aberfeldy! The braes ascend like lofty wa's, The foaming stream, deep-roaring, fa's, O'er-hung wi'fragrant spreading shaws, The birks of Aberfeldy. The hoary cliffs are crown'd wi'flowers, White o'er the linns the burnie pours, And, rising, weets wi' misty showers The birks of Aberfeldy. Let fortune's gifts at random flee, They ne'er shall draw a wish frae me, Supremely blest wi' love and thee In the Birks of Aberfeldy A small selection of my personal photographs shot on small group tours of Scotland.
David Gray Gravestone Auld Aisle Cemetery Kirkintilloch East Dunbartonshire Scotland [00:45]
Tour Scotland video of the David Gray gravestone in the Auld Aisle cemetery on visit to Kirkintilloch, East Dunbartonshire. David Gray, born 29th January 1838, died 3rd of December 1861, was a Scottish poet. The son of a handloom weaver, Gray was born at Merkland. He began to write poetry for The Glasgow Citizen and began his idyll on the Luggie, the little stream that ran through Merkland. He was buried in the Auld Aisle, where he had often wandered, and which is also the subject of his song, and, on the 29th July, 1865, a plain obelisk was erected to his memory, subscribed for by his admirers. David wrote his own epitaph, " Below lies one whose name was traced in sand, He died, not knowing what it was to live ; Died, while the first sweet consciousness of manhood. And maiden thought electrified his soul, Faint beatings in the calyx of the rose. Bewildered reader ! pass without a sigh, In a proud sorrow ! There is life with God, In other kingdom of a sweeter air; In Eden every flower is blown. Amen. Thus lived and died one who left a few words only behind him, His Luggie, poem opens with the wish of the writer that his thought and verse may run as smoothly as his beloved river: That impulse which all beauty gives the soul, Is languaged as I sing. For fairer stream Rolled never golden sand into the sea, Made sweeter music than the Luggie, gloom'd By glens whose melody mingles with her own. The uttered name my inmost being thrills, A word beyond a charm; and if this lay ...