{"id":10293,"date":"1998-06-29T20:56:49","date_gmt":"1998-06-29T17:56:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.raecrothers.ca\/blog\/?p=10293"},"modified":"2016-09-07T18:47:20","modified_gmt":"2016-09-07T15:47:20","slug":"perth-to-stirling-the-wallace-monument-and-bannockburn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.raecrothers.ca\/blog\/perth-to-stirling-the-wallace-monument-and-bannockburn\/","title":{"rendered":"Perth to Stirling, the Wallace Monument, and Bannockburn"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>11:43 am<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m sitting by an oak tree planted on 11<sup>th<\/sup> Sept, 1997, \u2018the 700<sup>th<\/sup> Anniversary of William Wallace and Andrew Moray\u2019s decisive triumph at The Battle of Stirling Bridge\u2019.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.raecrothers.ca\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/09\/map6.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-10295\" src=\"http:\/\/www.raecrothers.ca\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/09\/map6.jpg\" alt=\"map6\" width=\"656\" height=\"526\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.raecrothers.ca\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/09\/map6.jpg 656w, https:\/\/www.raecrothers.ca\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/09\/map6-300x241.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.raecrothers.ca\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/09\/map6-619x496.jpg 619w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 656px) 100vw, 656px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I am sitting, gazing in awe at the site of the Battle of Stirling Bridge. Straight ahead, I see the Abbey Craig and Sir William\u2019s monument. It is a long way to the monument, but not a trek. It is a sacred pilgrimage that only too few could understand. It is peaceful here now. The grass is neat and green, trees dot\u00a0the field. But the monument in view serves as a reminder that the Scots will not be usurped.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ll be on my way, now, with a lump in my throat and my heart heavy at the thought of the thousands of casualties\u2014on both sides of the border\u2014who died for a proud ideal of conquest and a proud ideal of freedom. Scotland the Brave.<\/p>\n<p>12:45 pm.<\/p>\n<p>After a strenuous uphill trek that almost makes Ben Nevis look easy (let\u2019s not exaggerate) I\u2019m standing (actually sitting) as close as I\u2019ll ever come to the Wallace statue. The wind up here is <em>phenomenal<\/em>, so I\u2019ll go in. I truly feel I have reached my Holy Land.<\/p>\n<p>6:26 pm<\/p>\n<p>Wallace\u2019s mighty claymore&#8230; as simple as the man who held it was courageous. There was great video presentation in the form of \u2018Wallace\u2019s Trial\u2019, a special video screen in the shape of a man\u2019s face was attached to a body. It was most convincing. \u2018Wallace\u2019 spoke much as I would have imagined he\u2019d speak (in terms of choice of words). I learned one new thing about Wallace: as Guardian, he began dismantling the feudal system in Scotland to replace it with a fairer system based on Ancient Greece and Rome.<\/p>\n<p>I must admit that the climb up a <em>very<\/em> narrow spiralling staircase was terrifyingly enclosing. Had the various landings been any further apart, I doubt I could have made it up to the fantastic crown and its glorious view over the environs. (The sky had cleared, seemingly for me!) Getting down was worse, my head was spinning as I inched my way down and people squeezed their way up. (That staircase was one of the most negative experiences in my trip. I <em>really<\/em> do have a mild case of claustrophobia.)<\/p>\n<p>I enjoyed a wee lunch in the tea room after. Unlike American and Canadian museums, Scottish museums don\u2019t seem to&#8230;um&#8230; inflate the prices of meals offered in their restaurants.<\/p>\n<p>After? A walk back to Stirling bus station and a bus to the Bannockburn Heritage Centre. I felt something different there, as I crossed the field of Bannockburn to Bruce\u2019s enormous equestrian statue. My ancestors died there alongside their King and friend. In a sense, my blood was spilled on that battlefield. Both monuments were sobering moments, but it was at Bannockburn that I finally realised the pride that one feels at being allowed to wear the Bruce tartan.<\/p>\n<p>Something in me has changed now that I have achieved the main goal of my pilgrimage to Scotland. It is as when I walked the Plains of Abraham in Quebec City. I cannot explain the feeling, but it is a special one indeed. Perhaps it is the knowledge that I have stood where history dramatically changed its course (although I sometimes feel that history\u2019s course is set) and where the destiny of nations was forged. I used to say that Colorado was the most spiritual experience of my life. Scrap that. Walking the fields of Stirling and Bannockburn are far more so.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m glad I have chosen to spend two nights in this converted church (The Scottish Youth Hostel). It\u2019s \u00a311.50\/night with breakfast, but I have one night free. Incredible that when I tried to book ahead I couldn\u2019t get one here, and when I arrived on the spot, there was\u00a0one! It helps that I arrived before 10:00AM.<\/p>\n<p>So tomorrow, the old town jail and the castle. Perhaps a (very) quick run to Falkirk if there\u2019s time. It <em>is<\/em> the 700<sup>th<\/sup> anniversary of that decisive (for Wallace) battle.<\/p>\n<p>Now, for a <em>major<\/em> digression\u2014a note on Fort William, of all places, as well as Glasgow. In Glasgow, I was greeted with bagpipes and despite the city\u2019s similarities with Montreal, I knew I was in Scotland. In Fort William, I was greeted with a polka festival. Felt like I was in the Ukraine or Eastern Europe! The moral of this story? Scotland is a cosmopolitan country. She is a modern country trapped in an ancient land. She is beautiful and vibrant, peaceful and serene. No, the Scots are not (historically speaking, of course) barbarians. Who would not fight for all the Scots have? You know what? The English are\/were just jealous!!!<\/p>\n<p>A week from today, my trip will be over. Note to self, call the airport Friday. But I won\u2019t be done with Scotland, far from it! There\u2019s so much I won\u2019t have time to see: Kildrummy, Aberdeen, Dundee, and Glamis Castle, St. Andrews, Cambuskenneth Abbey&#8230; The list grows longer every day. Still, I have seen more than enough. Besides, I want there to be something for me to come back to!<\/p>\n<p>As the days go by, I find myself getting more and more used to the routine (perhaps I should put that in quote marks. The only routine is packing and unpacking, saying hello and goodbye, going place to place.) of travelling. \u2018Home\u2019 and all its luxuries seems so far away. Slowly, <em>this<\/em> is becoming real life. I\u2019m not ready to go back, far from it. All I really miss from back there are green vegetables and tofu! But, I see the money slowly trickling to nothingness, I have just a little more than I initially budgeted for, but my expenses have begun to increase. Thank goodness for self-catering! (A \u2018little\u2019 more than I had initially budgeted for?! I would find out a few days later that I had almost a full \u00a3100 more than I thought in the bank!)<\/p>\n<p>8:56<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m in the common room and a light keeps flickering on and off, \u2018tinkling\u2019 as it does! A music and light show all in 1!<\/p>\n<p>I love Stirling! I do! I do! I do! It just gives off the most incredibly good vibes. I had planned to go for a short stroll around the hostel grounds (a cemetery), but ended up on a longish stroll around town! I found the castle and cannot wait to visit it! The jail looks promising also. Stirling is the first\u00a0place where I\u2019ve wished I could stay \u2018forever\u2019, the first\u00a0place I\u2019ve wanted to \u2018do\u2019 completely before moving on. Still, I want to move on and I\u2019m trying to decide on the next place to go. It\u2019s either Ayr or Dumfries. I guess it\u2019ll depend on available beds and ease to get there.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>11:43 am I\u2019m sitting by an oak tree planted on 11th Sept, 1997, \u2018the 700th Anniversary of William Wallace and Andrew Moray\u2019s decisive triumph at The Battle of Stirling Bridge\u2019. I am sitting, gazing in awe at the site of the Battle of Stirling Bridge. 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