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Thursday, 21 December 2023

Bannockburn and Canterbury, the Ups and Downs

It's up and down the British Isles for this one. In May 2023 work took me to Stirling in Scotland where I stayed in accomodation at the University.

The site of the Battle of Bannockburn was less than two miles away so on the evening of my arrival I nipped down the road to have a look. The photo shows the flagpole in the centre of the Bannockburn Monument - not quite surrounded by a circular wall as it has two sections of wall facing each other with the two other quarters of the circle left open.

The battle was fought over two days, 23-24 June 1314 following the two opposing sides, Scottish under King Robert the Bruce and English under King Edward II having camped on either side of what would become the battlefield. The photo shows a 1964 statue of Robert the Bruce in armour and mounted on a war horse. His skull, re-discovered at Dunfermline Abbey in 1818, was used in modelling the head.

On day one of the battle King Robert, not yet fully armed but dressed for reconnaisance and armed only with an axe, was spotted by Sir Henry de Bohun, the nephew of the Earl of Hereford, who had charge of one of King Edward's cavalry divisions. De Bohun, in full armour and armed with a lance, charged King Robert but being on a lighter horse, Robert dodged the lance and on passing, swung his axe at de Bohun's head, killing him.

A view of Stirling Castle - the white building in the distance - from the battlefield. At the end of the first day of battle the English had retreated across the line of the Bannockburn stream and unknown to them their position and weakness of morale were reported to King Robert by Sir Alexander Seton, a Scottish knight who had been in the service of King Edward II.

On day two the English were surprised to see Scottish pikemen advancing in formation towards them. The Earl of Gloucester tried to persuade Edward to postpone the battle but was accused of cowardice by the king. Outraged he advanced towards the enemy, was surrounded and killed. The Scots drove the English back and the English and Welsh longbows were ordered to stop firing as their own comrades were being killed by their arrows. An attempt to flank the Scots was thwarted by King Robert's cavalry. King Edward was forcibly led away from the field by his bodyguard including Giles d'Argentan, who once having Edward clear of danger insisted on returning to the field as "...never yet have I fled from battle..." He charged back at the Scots and was killed.

Robert the Bruce won a decisive victory. Perhaps of 16,000 troops under King Edward some 11,000 were killed either at the battle or during their retreat. Since my visit the Visitor Centre was rebuilt in 2014. Since then the view of historians has been that it was in the wrong place anyway and that the most likely place for the battle is a mile and a half away to the east... Sorry for wasting your time with these photos...!

We jump to June 2003 and I found myself in Canterbury in Kent at the University. Why, I'm not sure - for some reason I made no note as to whether this was for a conference, an event specifically for the university, or to present a training course for the Regional Support Centre for the South East region. I could spot the towers of Canterbury Cathedral from the university and decided to walk - I'll just repeat that for dramatic effect - WALK there AND BACK! all the way down into the city.

I have to report that going down was easier than walking back uphill...

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Wednesday, 1 July 2009

A Trip To The Vet's

I'm up in Stirling in Scotland at the moment, ready to deliver a Change Management workshop tomorrow.

It's a bit muggy but thankfully I've missed all the rain that's been sweeping the eastern side of the country. We got it last night around 3:00am when the bedroom kept lighting up and all sorts of crashes and booms were heard - yes, I'm a strange sleeper...

Actually I can't remember when we had the last decent thunderstorm. The one that sticks in my memory was when a single thunderbolt crashed through the roof of a house about a quarter mile away also in the middle of the night and just about everyone in Bispham jumped out of bed in a fright thinking Hitler was having another go...

Anyway, last night's was a doozie! Consequently I'm bushed. We got up and had to take one of our cats, Tigger to the vet - she's been a bit off for a week or so but was really off this morning. Not that she was too far out of it to resist going into the travel box and she most definitely did not appreciate where the vet put that thermometer...

But she was most thankful to be home and brightened up considerably, thus making the whole journey a bit of a mockery. She was suffering from a bit of heat exhaustion, poor thing. So am I now...

She was also a bit put out to be called obese too, but never mind Tig... runs in the family...! So I left the house with fans blasting out and am now wishing I'd brought one up here with me! Jess, our other cat kept a wary eye on proceedings once he saw the travel cage come out and when we got back with Tigger, he was sitting underneath the table on one of the dining chairs, right against the wall where he thinks we can't get at him. He says he doesn't care what his temperature is after talking to Tigger...