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Rob Carson
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carlisle
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Posted - 06/01/2021 :  10:20:55  Show Profile Send Rob Carson a Private Message  Reply with Quote
From my bedroom window in Ravelo, to the right stood Preston Tower the ancient home of the Hamiltons, the Haughty Hamiltons who also were known as the Hameldones. Straight across stood Preston Lodge, a handsome large Greystone house with a belvedere with broad views out over the Forth. The front garden had once had a fountain within its low rounded walls. The lodge had been built by Scotland's foremost market gardener who supplied gardens such as those at Holyrood Palace. Over the wall to the right stood the school I attended, appropriately enough called Preston Lodge School, if my boyhood reading comprehension was accurate, it had been the scene of a massacre. After the famously ferocious Highland Charge had won the battle for Charles Stuart's Jacobite cause, his soldiers had overrun the field hospital and massacred the invalids. This was given as the excuse for later barbarities by the forces of the Duke of Cumberland.If I left Ravelo, our neighbours' house was Ivanhole, crossed Station Road and turned right. There was a house to the right which had a well in its front garden. Past the Mercat Cross, whose base had once housed the prison. The Mary Murray Institute stood off to the right. We went to some classes there. It had been for training you girls probably many for service. Carrying on in that general direction ou come to Coffin Lane. Johnnie Cope's troops would have faced the Jacobites close to here.'When Johnnie Cope tae Dunbar cam, the jeered at him, waur's a yer men. 'The deep confoond me if I ken, I left then a' in the mornin'.' At least that's' how the ballad goes. Whereas some of his ill-trained troops did flee, Johnnie Cope didn't scamper quite so quickly as portrayed. But, it was a ballad, not concerned with historical accuracy. Amused me when I read the victors found some chocolate in the general's abandoned camp 'before he fled the field in such haste' and who were enterprisingly, in an early scam, flogging it off as Johnnie Cope's chocolate with potent medicinal properties. At the bottom of Coffin Lane, I had been drawn by a grave just at the entrance to Prestonpan's Cemetery. I went in and read the inscription. When I look back on that time I don't think of bloody historic battles or ballads. The young soldier was probably killed in a deployment to Northern Ireland. I think, at the time, very young people were being sent over. I was struck that he had probably attended my school that's what so shocked me. He had only left school. My memory is that the soldier was sixteen, certainly only a couple of years older than I was...

Rob Carson
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carlisle
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Posted - 06/01/2021 :  14:22:40  Show Profile Send Rob Carson a Private Message  Reply with Quote
First correction should have read 'young girls', then..'you come to Coffin Lane.' And, the line in the ballad,'...the deil, the devil, confound me if I ken..' Sometimes what I have written will suddenly be gone so I post off hurriedly -without editing as I should- in fear it just disappears...
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Rob Carson
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carlisle
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Posted - 07/01/2021 :  16:30:42  Show Profile Send Rob Carson a Private Message  Reply with Quote
...and that should have been 'Ivanhoe.' Should have dropped my h's..
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