Long years ago, in the century before this, I visited what was then the Burns Museum. It resided within the family cottage itself. Half a hundred later, the museum is now housed in a purpose-built beauty of a structure, set in reserved grounds between the original cottage - which is still open to view - and the Brig o' Doon. More on all of that in the follow-up post... Gail and I spent the briefest time glancing around the actual museum part, then got Nobby from the car and took him for a walk on the grounds. I do not have as many photos as I thought from this time spent. Importantly, though, the brig does feature!
Back up the wee hill behind us is found the rather imposing Burns Monument.
Meanwhile, after a drink from the cafeteria, Gail drove me back to The Grey, who was parked in his overnight spot at Belleisle Park. As it was still bright and a very pleasant evening, we continued our slow exercise by going to the walled gardens.
Nature honed to Man's desires. Perhaps emphasised further by the suggested scriptural readings carved into the monolith at one side of the gardens; twice a day, thrice on Sundays.
There is no questioning the quietude and calm that can be felt here - but outwith the walls, among the giant
Beech trees, one felt freer still. The tight plantings and severe constraints of the paths within the walls felt a little claustrophobic until the rockery and wildflower plantings above the pond and by the exit.
As we walked through those trees, we passed the deer enclosure -
(spot the bonus critter in that last shot?!)
We parted ways after this, and I slept another night in this lovely park. The next day, I returned to the museum for a more in-depth visit. Prepare yourselves!
Here's where I remind you that next week is already the Final Friday of the month and time to prepare a Feature post to share!
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