Day Thirteen - Scottish Borders - Dryburgh Abbey, Abbotsford (Sir Walter Scott) & Melrose Abbey
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Scottish Borders
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River Tweed in Borders |
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same area w/walking trails |
note: on both maps, Newtown/St. Boswell's & Dryburgh Abbey are at lower right, Melrose Abbey is in the center, and Walter Scott's home Abbottsford is on the left, all on River Tweed.
Both maps show nearby Eildon Hills, which consists of three adjacent peaks, one as high as 1,385 ft. The Hills are owned by the Duke of Buccluech, Scotland's largest private land owner, but the public has a right of "responsible access" and there are many popular walking trails in the area.
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Dryburgh Arms Pub w/Rooms |
It was great being the only guests at Dryburgh Arms at St. Boswells for two weekend nights. On Friday when we checked in at the Pub we were given a key to a big & heavy front door. In little time we noticed the same few Scottish women (in their 30s) who ran the place, including the pub, and they were friendly.
The old building had a lot of character (but no lift). Our king-sized bed barely fit in the room, so we had to stack luggage against the entry door. If the room seemed small, then high ceilings made up for it.
My wife & I were comfortable overall, and R&L said they were, too. All fixtures were up to date yet the place retained a certain old-timey feel. We were on the second floor, at the front, on the main road.
Having reserved for Friday & Saturday night, I wasn't sure what to expect as to Pub noise, but the Pub was small, room for 8, standing at the bar, and 4 sitting at a table. There was also a small backyard beer garden deck, mainly for smokers. Most important, no Pub grub was on offer here.
On both nights my wife & I were reading, with the window open, and some voices were heard coming from the beer garden but they never became loud, and all voices & traffic sounds had vanished by 10 pm. Turns out the Dryburgh Arms pub w/rooms is the only Pub in a sleepy little village in the Eildon Hills and they closed at 11 pm.
DRYBURGH ABBEY RUINS
After another great breakfast the next morning we headed out on foot. Only a block away was a sign indicating St. Cuthbert's Way, which we followed downhill as it turned into a muddy lane, for what seemed like a long time.
Eventually we crossed impressive River Tweed on the Swing Bridge, and walked to nearby Dryburgh Abbey. This is a beautiful medieval Abbey ruin, and, Sir Walter Scott's family are buried here, as well as other persons of interest.
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Dryburgh Abbey was built in the 1100s. English armies partially wrecked it in 1322. 'It is said than in 1322, while retreating south to England, following an unsuccessful attack on Edinburgh, English King Edward II's army took exception to the sound of Dryburgh Abbey's bells being rung, to celebrate the Scottish victory. In frustrated revenge, the English army burned & sacked Dryburgh Abbey & nearby Melrose Abbey'.
This assembled paraphrase is from Borders Tales & Trails, see Bibliography for all sources of info during the trip.
We crossed the Swing Bridge again & took a different walking route back to Dryburgh Arms.
Later in the day we drove to see Abbottsford, in Tweedbank, a few miles from Melrose.
ABBOTTSFORD
As an avid collector off all things Scottish, Sir Walter Scott (1771 - 1832) expected that his house would become a museum, once his family had passed it down for a few generations.
When we first arrived at the Visitor Center, we went to the popular second floor cafe.
note 1 - a Docent said that in June 1815, six weeks after defeating Napoleon's Armies at the Battle of Waterloo, the Duke of Wellington gave Walter Scott (and other UK gentleman) a personal tour of the battlefield, and Scott returned home with this polished French soldier's damaged armor, which he placed on display at the main entrance to his home, where it still is.
note 2 - this hand-painted Chinese wallpaper was a gift from a cousin of Walter Scott, who worked for the East India company, in India, and 200 years later it still looks attractive.
Walter Scott grew up in New Town, Edinburgh. Just just like his father, he earned a Law Degree from the well-regarded U. of E. His father was an accomplished solicitor and also a (seasonal) Clerk at the Court of Session, Scotland's highest Civil Court.
As to his legal career, Walter Scott became the Sheriff of Selkirkshire, an office he held for 30 years. Back then it took a horse, or hired carriage, three hours to get from Selkirk to Edinburgh.
In his private life, Scott was the most famous author of his time, with best-seller novels Ivanhoe & Lady of the Lake, and the Waverly series (29 books in all) appealing to readers across Europe and America, and of course throughout Scotland.
Walter Scott re-created & romanticized the Scottish Highlands, making them a place where heroes lead lives as noble warriors. Scott is given credit for completely revising the international image of Scotland.
Walter Scott is given credit for creating a new literary genre, the Historical Novel (or Historical Fiction), which has thrived ever since.
MELROSE ABBEY (also known as St. Mary's Abbey)
We arrived in Melrose too late to go on an inside tour, but some good views could be found from surrounding streets.
As mentioned, Melrose Abbey was attacked & burned by Edward II's army, in 1322, heading home after failing to take Edinburgh Castle. Scottish King Robert Bruce immediately helped the monks rebuild the Abbey.
Before he died in 1329, he asked his friend Sir James Douglas (from the Borders) to carry his heart on a Crusade to the Holy Land, and afterwards to bury it under the altar at Melrose Abbey, and Sir Douglas accomplished both tasks.
Even though the Abbey began to fall into ruin in the 1600s, it continued to be used as a Parish church until 1810. Info here is from Borders Tales and Trails as cited above.
After our Abbey visit we had dinner at Herges on the Loch, a reservation made about a year ago, but at 5:30 pm on a fall Saturday we could have just walked in, it was so uncrowded. Due to a shift change, and to our lower-level seating, closer to the lake, we went unnoticed for about 30 minutes before someone came to take an order.
Soon thereafter we were able to toast, once again, to our good fortune on this trip. Then we had a nice dinner, at sunset, above a small loch with swans, and the sense of fall was in the air.
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