Poetic Writing of ROBBIE KENNEDY BENNETT © www.rkbpoetry.co.uk Born in Wolverhampton of English and Scottish parentage. He grew up on the Rough Hills Estate area of the town and his Scottish ancestral roots are in the Kingdom of Fife and Dundee. The author is now residing in Codsall, Staffordshire. Drawings, pictures and writing are copyright of the author Robbie Kennedy Bennett.

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Bobbins flying and spinning
jute outdone the linen
weaving and leaving
leaving Dundee

Bennet o' Dundee
had a hand in industry
in and out the mill
in and around Dundee

Heads were real dizzy
for the port was bustling and busy
busy sailing in and out
in and out of Dundee

Bennet o' Dundee
searched for wealth and prosperity
carpenters craftsmanship
vessels on the sea

Bobbins flying and spinning
jute outdone the linen
weaving and leaving
leaving Dundee

Bennet o' Dundee
in the nineteen century
man, woman and child
avoiding poverty

Bennet o' Dundee © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

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The Morra Was On The Way to Pettycur Bay ©
Robbie Kennedy Bennett

Love, a laddie, he fell,
with his lassie he fell in love
in love with his lassie he fell

Love her figure, love her face
love, a feeling for a person, a place
love, he feels it now
as the morra was on the way,
coming to Pettycur Bay.

All you grooms and beautiful brides
bonnie little bridesmaids
playing outside
as the morra was on the way,
coming to Pettycur Bay.

Love her lips, love her eyes
love is alive as the daylight dies
the morra was on the way,
coming to Pettycur Bay.

Love, a laddie, he fell,
with his lassie he fell in love
in love with his lassie he fell

Love, a laddie, he fell,
with the east coast Caledonia as well
as the morra was on the way,
coming to Pettycur Bay.

© Robbie Kennedy Bennett

It was about 9.20pm on a July 2011 evening in the departure lounge at the George Best Belfast City Airport. I was admiring the late evening sunlight as a plane made its way for us passengers to board the flight to Birmingham. I was looking forward to getting home to my wife for our early drive to Fife where we were staying at the Bay Hotel, Pettycur.

It had been an interesting month or so as my job had once again taken me to Canada where I had the pleasure of seeing Niagara Falls and then Derry - Londonderry in N. Ireland. Since my last visit a peace bridge has been built over the River Foyle and it was a 'must do' of mine to walk over and back.

My colleague and I visited St Columb's Cathedral which was in the final stages of its restoration and it is an impressive building inside and out. The Cathedral is within the walled city in the Diocese of Derry. It was hard to believe that within 24 hours I would be marvelling at the equally impressive Dunfermline Abbey and the tomb of King Robert The Bruce.

I boarded the evening flight from Belfast and found I was seated next to a young lady who had made a day journey for her Grandmothers funeral. We were soon in conversation talking about family and other things and before we knew it we were landing at Birmingham.

I arrived back home late that evening and found it difficult in getting off to sleep. By 3.30am I gave up and decided to take the dog a walk around the fields in the dark. We set off for Scotland at 4.45am and had our breakfast break at Gretna services. Dunfermline was our next stop with a visit to the ruins and the Abbey before taking in the shops.

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By mid afternoon we opened the patio doors of our hotel room to see the magnificent views over the Firth of Forth to Edinburgh. The Bay Hotel at Pettycur really is true to their word with spectacular views. We had been warned of a wedding on the Saturday night and there may be a little noise but I am pleased to say it was not to be. There cannot be a much better view for a Bride and Groom to look out to after their wedding. As the evening light faded the lights of Edinburgh over the firth became more prominent and added to the setting. You could see tomorrow on its way to Pettycur Bay.

I had first noticed the hotel and caravan park when walking the Fife Coastal Path back in 2007. It is on the hillside over looking the Firth of Forth near to the monument where Alexander 3rd, the last Celtic king was killed when falling from his horse over the cliff side.

Early next morning I was down on the beach and around the wee harbour at Kinghorn for an hour before breakfast in the Bay Hotel and driving up to Broughty Ferry before going in to Dundee. I had other reasons to want to visit Broughty Ferry than it been a seaside place. All hands of the Lifeboat Mona were lost on the 8th December 1959 when assisting the North Carr Lightship which was reported to be adrift in St Andrews Bay. There is a song by Peggy Seeger sung by The Dubliners called The Lifeboat Mona describing the tragic event.

A total of 8 men were lost and within 2 weeks of the disaster, remarkably 38 volunteers had put their name forward as the new crew. Further research of mine found that the Mona was burnt in the night as in a Viking ritual at Cockenzie harbour on the Forth.

Another reason to want to come to Broughty Ferry as I believe it to be the birthplace of Francis Munro. He played for Wolves when I were a boy and I wrote a poem called Munro o' Broughty Ferry. Below is a part exract;

Munro o’ Broughty Ferry ©
Poetic Writing of Robbie Kennedy Bennett www.rkbpoetry.co.uk

Ower th’ Tay to Broughty Ferry,
A name I throw, Francis Munro.
Tentsmuir to Tayport I take a mo,
I take a mo and think of Frank Munro.

Munro o’ Broughty Ferry,
Good? Aye he was very.
Consider I would as sacrilege
If forgetting I should nearing the Tay Road Bridge.

We were soon in Dundee and my eyes were everywhere looking at the street names where my ancestors have lived. I imagined Dundee in their day and wondered what they would have thought of the changes and that someone of theirs would come so far to see.

It was getting late in the afternoon but I talked my wife into us driving up to Carnoustie, where she found a golf ball and to Arbroath where we had a famous Smokie. Arbroath was perfect with its working harbour and lifeboat station. As we approached Arbroath I noticed the football ground to my right where the game against Dundee was nearing the end.

I received a text message while in Arbroath from Gareth, my elder brother. He was planning to be at Pettycur Bay on Sunday night.

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He is a character within himself and was doing the 4 points. He started his 2 week journey from Wolverhampton by arriving at Lizard Point in Cornwall the most southerly point in Britain. Then it was the journey to Lowerstoft, Suffolk the most easterly point where we were taken to many times as lads by our dad. From there to he drove to Ardnamurchan, which is the mainland's most western point. He finished at Dunnet Head the most northern point where he describes birds learn to fly sidewards and washing hangs horizontally on a line. Then he had the short drive home!

The interesting fact is that he drove this remarkable journey in a home made car, not a kit car he pointed out. It was based on a Triumph Herald Convertible with a body made of marine plywood and a aluminium bonnet. He had finished building it in 2000 and still retained the original registration number. It was classed as a Historic Vehicle with just a name change to ' Midge' as that is the body design name.

The caravan he was towing was built of plywood sterling board and aluminium panels. The size was determined by the 8 x 4 sheets. He used the chassis of a motorbike trailer that he had built in just 2 weeks before his trip. He'd be a rich man now if he had taken a pound of everyone who wanted to take a photograph. I added my bit by treating him next morning to a good Scottish breakfast in the Bay Hotel.

On Sunday before we met my brother we visited St Monans where again I had walked past on the Fife Coastal Path and I was still reading books by Christopher Rush and Willie Fyall. I felt drawn to the lovely east Neuk coastal village to experience as near as can be first hand what they were writing about. The church and graveyard is most unique with it being on the lands end next to the sea.

There was a Sunday morning service ending as we were were looking around and my wife and I were kindly invited into the church to admire the inside of the building. It was easy to imagine whilst in the church all those families of earlier generations who depended on the sea for a living praying for a safe return home of their love ones. Also the marriages, christening and funerals of the people that Christopher Rush and Willie Fyall have mentioned.

By lunchtime we were in St Andrews parking up on the east side at the leisure centre. The weather was brilliant and never in all my time have I seen so many people on the beaches. We spent a while, probably too long as I tested my wife's patience looking at names on grave stones.

The day proved to be lucky as we soon found a name going back to the early 1800's although I needed to confirm it. After time spent in St Andrews and on the way back to the car I twisted my wife’s arm to have one more look before finally going back to the hotel. It was on my mind that it may be a long time before I am able to return to St Andrews. Within minutes I had found the stone of my Gt. Gt. Grandparents who had been born and died in St Andrews.

In 2006, four years after first coming to St Andrews with my elder brother I wrote Sojourn in St Andrews, and now 2011, I felt more closer than ever. Seeing your ancestors names gives a belonging and a reason to be there. What I had achieved is answering the questions I had asked in the poem.

Did they walk the same streets?
Stand in the same place,
Hear the waves crash,
Feel the wind in their face.

Yes they had, because I have seen the proof.

Now I was ready to go as my elder brother Gareth had sent me a text earlier telling me he had arrived at Pettycur Bay. We met up and had our picture taken with the Firth of Forth behind us before walking to Kinghorn. We turned by the War Memorial that was unveiled by Sir Ralph Anstruther in 1923 commemorating the 60 names from the First World War and 16 from the Second World War plus one from the Korean War. On an additional note since being in Kinghorn I have found that we may have an ancestral connection there by the name of Murray going back to at least the late 1700's but that has to be confirmed.

We had a couple of pints in the Carousel to celebrate our meeting in Fife and Gareth's 4 point achievements.

Next morning as my wife and I were about to drive out of the Bay Hotel, Pettycur I called to a bloke from Glasgow who was on the site talking to my brother the night before. “Has he gone yet?. “Aye” he replied, “went about half hour ago”.

His plans were to head for Edinburgh for a few days and if someone had seen him along the way they were sure to notice him.

Before breakfast Gareth and I had an early morning walk down to the sands at Kinghorn, He admired an old Austin A 40 Devon that was parked up and we presumed it to be a lobster fisherman's who was out there in the firth. We also noticed it again as we were speaking about it driving towards Burntisland while we were having breakfast. I also took a photo on my mobile phone of a thistle that was growing near the quayside wall.

Seeing the thistle in Scotland at that moment seemed perfect timing.

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SOJOURN IN ST ANDREWS © Robbie Kennedy Bennett 2006

Walking along the historical streets of St Andrews,
I love to leisure timelessly.
I stroll on beyond the famous Old Course
And absorb the wash of the sea.

The sound of the ocean is tranquil
And the springtime weather is mild,
I’ve so much to learn about life and belonging
I feel like a newborn child.

The coastal grey stones
Break the waves by the shore,
I stand and admire
Like my forefathers before.
Did they walk the same streets?
Stand in the same place,
Hear the waves crash,
Feel the wind in their face.

In thought I pass the family divide,
My feelings are stirring deep down inside.
What’s in my character?
And inside my blood,
Is there anything of value or misunderstood.

Images appear in my picturesque mind,
They tempt and they tease
Are they being unkind?
Ancestors before with faces unknown,
By this sea and this land
Seeds they have sown.

Strolling back and forth to Shorehead,
The castle for a while mesmerised me.
This ruin contends the test of time,
And still stands proud majestically.

Tis like an old parent with the sense to protect,
Even though their prime has long gone.
The elements surpass this armoury of stone,
And pilgrims still appear to look on.

My ancestors would have seen this too,
The Cathedral and the coastal view.
Ancient steps to an image of a door,
The sea as it blankets the rocky shore.

Along the east coast
I gaze with a naked eye,
Hills far away change shades of their colour
As the sun breaks a cloudy sky.
The Firth of Tay is over the horizon
Too far for me to see,
Blue skies are afar
A sunny day up in Dundee.

A stroll by the coast at St Andrews
Is a walk back in time for me,
Of all of the sands I have trod in my years
This is the shore I should be.

These thoughts as I pass the family divide,
Is there more than St Andrews stirring inside?
Bennet and Kennedy, Cramond and Traill,
With roots all around I shall prevail.

One day will I hold another by hand?
One day if I tell them will they understand?
There’s a spiritual call to this coast, this shore,
I’m part of this land, a Bennet and more.

© Robbie Kennedy Bennett

Frank Munro sadly passed away August 2011 aged 63, within days of adding this story to my site. RIP

St Andrews Cathedral Ruins May 2013
Robbie Kennedy Bennett

Far Away Scottish Fields ©
Robbie Kennedy Bennett

It has been just over a decade since I found St Andrews, or did St Andrews find me? A wee bit like, finding a love your heart will call, as I wrote in my poem The Bonnie, Bonnie Sands of St Andrews Bay, if you stand admire you will finally fall.
Since then I keep on returning like the a Pilgrim in olden days. St Andrews really does something to you, simply because it is beautiful, and long let it remain so. I have thought about it many times, is it the sea, sand, town itself, the locality? I loved the look of the buildings, the views when approaching by road, maybe but more than that, when walking the coastal path.
So what have I found in that time? Birth's, death's, addresses and names on war memorials. So to repeat myself, who found who?

The second weekend in May was approaching and we were preparing for our first visit of the year to Scotland. We made our usual early start, breakfast at West Moreland Services, up through the Borders towards Glasgow and east to Edinburgh and the Forth Bridge.

Fife looked welcoming in the morning sunshine as what was a mixed weather forecast. The first port of call was Abbotshall Church in Kirkcaldy. I had in the past few months found that on a memorial inside the church is the name of a Kirkcaldy soldier who rests in peace in France, he died of injuries in 1917. This brave Soldier I believe has a direct line to me.
Two attempts to find the church or hall open failed. It was rather disappointing as when peeping through a wee window by the entrance I could see the plaque.

We parked up on the seafront at Kirkcaldy with our shopping resources for the weekend and ate our lunch on a bench in Links Street. Sadly times are changing as there appeared to be empty shops in interesting buildings crying out to be loved. Another High Street made to suffer for the out of town stores I wonder?

I have always admired the mile long seafront of Kirkcaldy that has magnificent views. It has gave me many a well earned recovery hour after a long drive. When you live too far away from the coast to see it on a daily basis, do those who can, appreciate and see the natural beauty or is taken for granted, I asked myself?

A short stop at Kingskettle and Ladybank then on to St Andrews and our caravan at Kinkell Braes. We arrived about 3.00pm to a warm welcome and were given the keys for A14 with stunning views of the East Sands and beyond. After settling in we had a tea time drink in the clubhouse about 100 yards away from the caravan door. Bar Manager Scott and all staff on site that we met were very friendly.

Earlier in the day I had spoken on the phone to Liam, our second eldest Grandson. "Grandad, are you in Sschotland yet? He asked. "Yes I replied". "Wow", he said, and was gone before I could say anything else.

I awoke early to the sound of rain on the caravan roof. Outside the rabbits were scurrying about as I walked down the hill towards the East Sands. Along the coastal path were benches with names of those who had enjoyed St Andrews long before my discovery of her natural beauty. I made my way to the far end of the harbour wall where the wind was brisk and chill, a real Scottish wake up call!
Looking back to Shorehead I could not help but imagine my Great Grandmother in her childhood playing on the sands where in recent years they run on into the sea at dawn on the 1st May.

After breakfast next morning we drove over the Tay Bridge at Dundee. I quite like the short journey between St Andrews and Dundee, the journey that my ancestor's would have made generations ago. With Dundee growing as a means to earn a living. We were heading for Monikie, a village in Angus north east of Dundee.

We stopped at Monikie Memorial Hall, slightly raised on a corner with a good view east to the North Sea. It was camera time. I had noticed that there was a 10k run the following day at Monikie County Park and the old me would have lapped it up but the me of the day thought different!

We wondered about the grounds of Monikie Parish Church, built in 1812 on the edge of farmland in peacefulness rural surroundings. It all seemed a million miles away from our normal way of life but accordingly a certain Bennet was christened and married here in the late 1700's. More proof is needed to be sure of that genealogy theory and is questionable. The earlier generation led us further west to Inverarity. I couldn't help but look at kirk doors and wonder if anyone I descend from had walked in and out of them? The views would not have changed much, only the trees being more mature.

We were soon heading north east to the coastal resort town of Montrose where we parked by the statue of Bamse, the popular dog hero.

Robbie Kennedy Bennett

Montrose has a deep feel of the sea trading industry and because of William Lamb ARSA is known of the sculpture capital of Angus with 23 statues scattered around. We visited the RNLI Shop that had only opened the weekend before, although small, a nice conversation we were to have with delightful staff. Soon because of the chilling wind down by the sands we were back on the road to Arbroath, another ancestral place in the 1700's if research is correct.

Whether or not I had drove and trod the exact land of where we once were or still are? There was certainly a draw in olden times to Dundee with the shipping industry, jute weaving, trading and immigration.

Returning to our caravan in St Andrews, our 'home' for the weekend at the other side of the Tay, I could see the East Sands and ruins from the caravan window. It's been 5 years since This Great Grandson had 'walked ower the brae', and I looked further north to the hills beyond Dundee to Angus, the birthplace of Scotland, and wondered where will I go next?

Another ancestral led time, on the right or wrong path, but closer to the folk of the east coast of Scotland, wondering who walked down this lane, out of that door, toiled in that field, a far away Scottish field?

Far Away Scottish Fields ©

I've been further than, beyond my wildest dreams
Drawn, sometimes it seems
Ne'r did I plan, to go to this extreme
Near this field of green, beyond my wildest dream
Unearthing soil, ancient soil, shifting weeds
Sieving and sifting like flour, following leads, planting new seeds
There I shall harvest all I've sown
The wee bit o crop I've grown
From Scottish fields
Far away Scottish fields

Wee bit o crop o history
Wee bit o crop o mystery
Wee bit o crop o yore
Wee bit o crop o present,
tomorrow and more

I've been further than, much further than, beyond my wildest dreams
Ploughing whatever the land doth shield
Laden with what I yield
From Scottish fields
Far away Scottish fields

© Robbie Kennedy Bennett

Monikie Parish Church in rural setting of Kirkton of Monikie
© Robbie Kennedy Bennett

In The Heart o Laddie, in Mind and Blood © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

Another journey to Fife and Angus and experiencing a warm welcome in Tayport.

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MY LASS AND I IN ST ANDREWS © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

On Kinkell Braes, rabbits scattered
Upon my opening of a caravan door
They scattered, six twenty a.m.
Time it is o Laddie
To head o'er The Scores

Once more, once more
Looking o'er to The Scores
Looks terrific this day
... as always, St Andrews Bay

I shall tell my lassie I do
That I love 'St Andreas' view
Almost as much my lass
My lass, as I love you

Into Angus, striking are the Sidlaw Hills
Attract my wandering eye
If I were an artist
I'd paint them with the sky

With the sky o laddie
Artistically paint
Those ruins o laddie
Of Andrew the Saint

Down by the East Sands
To the West Sands
Clinging onto my roots in St Andrews
As it suits it does
For me to be in 'St Andreas'

Back through the harbour
To climb to Kinkell Braes
A saltire flag's a flying to mark
Scotland, Historic days

In the sky o laddie
Artistically paint
In colour o laddie
And ne'er shall it taint

In the heart o laddie
In mind and blood
Ne'er forgetting o laddie
Is that good?

For ne'er shall I tire
Of looking o'er St Andrews
Sun shines down on Shorehead
Harbour dwellings of  'St Andreas'

Rabbits scattered
And all that mattered was
My lass and I
We were in St Andrews

Robbie Kennedy Bennett

Written in and about St Andrews August 2013.

Within a month of arriving at South Queensferry I was to do so again this time with my wife. The previous time was a misty morning when I was walking over the Forth Road Bridge. This was a clear day with magnificent views of the Forth Bridges. A few minutes later I was in conversation with Andrew who works on a river cruise boat. Andrew had recalled that he kindly had taken a photo for me of myself down by the bridge a few weeks earlier.

A pleasant hour was spent strolling about the cobbled main street of South Queensferry. The sound of traffic on the Road Bridge took my mind back as did hearing the rumble of a train on the Rail Bridge.

Soon we were on our way to Kirkcaldy to a well known store for our weekly shop before heading up to our caravan that was booked on Kinkell Braes, St Andrews. I must add that when coming out of the store there is a spectacular view over the Forth to Edinburgh.

St Andrews was our next destination having lunch in the New Inns. We did not venture too far from the caravan for the rest of the day as once again it had been a long journey. The distant view of the buildings at Shorehead is personal to me especially when in the sun.

Early to bed, early to rise it seemed as 6.00am I was awake and ready to get out and about. The sound of opening the caravan door so early surprised the rabbits that are a plenty as they scattered in every direction. Down by the exit of the site I noticed that a Saltire flag had been erected overlooking the East Sands.

Along the sands, past the ruins to the West Sands was the plan admiring the views. A brief conversation was made with an early morning golfer. Down towards the Old Course at Bruce Embankment I noticed that the Martyrs Monument was now complete after restoration with the description, 'Erected in 1842 to commemorate those put to death in 16th Century St Andrews for asserting their religious beliefs'.

The attraction of St Andrews is amazing, as next morning I write this paragraph whilst on a bench by the Bruce Monument that was donated by a widow and daughters of a man from San Mateo California.

When walking through Murray Place, three Golfers came out of a Guest House. I could tell by their accent that they were also from America. This I wrote about in 2002 in my poem The Old Scottish Stone when mentioning the American voice. This is the magnitude of the Home of Golf as it draws Golfers worldwide.

A stroll through the streets, passing the stalls that were being set-up for the last day of the Lammas Market that we are due to visit later. By the Cathedral ruins at the east end of North Street is the war memorial. With my left hand I ran my fingers along a name of who is a brother of my Gt Grandmother. He had died in 1919 and I can only presume that the Great War had something to do with him losing his young life.

On the evening I drove up to Tayport FC to see their opening fixture against St Andrews United. It was a fine end to the day with great views over the Tay to Broughty Ferry. My imagination was ripe as 110 years or so prior my Bennet lineage had crossed over the Tay from Dundee to live in Tayport, formerly Ferry-Port-0n-Craig.

Late morning next day we drove over the Tay Bridge into Dundee to find ourselves a few miles north at St Vigeans Church near Arbroath. It looked impressive as we drove down a hill into a wee hamlet and the Church was on a hill. Yes, in a dip built on a hill. I believe it was here in 1801 that there was a marriage in my direct line.

St Vigeans, Angus, 2013
© Robbie Kennedy Bennett

We entered the church and was greeted by a lady who was busy doing her cleaning duties. She was most friendly and explained that many people pass through that door with similar stories of mine. Only recently someone came from California and was successful in their finding and within minutes of our goodbye another family were asking questions.

On then to another ancestral home of Arbroath with the quaint harbour, back down to Broughty Ferry and then over the Tay Bridge heading for Collessie in Fife. I relived my poem of a few years ago of the hamlet that is, 'as time stood still'.

Supposed to be an awful day Thursday for weather but, mid-afternoon after time in Dundee, on the terrace of The Bell Rock Tavern in Tayport, there had been no rain as of yet. This is a pub that I had always wanted to refresh myself in whenever in Tayport and we were overjoyed that we did. We were reminded of a pub in Borth and of my late Father-in-law, Hag, he loved it there and would have loved it here, and guess what? Just had a wee shower as I'm writing! We sat firm and refused to budge and fortunately the rain ceased.

I can still recall on the grass aside the pub the need to have to tend to my blistering feet, back in 2008 when walking from St Andrews to Dundee.

Interesting for me, at the table at the terrace I could see a street name that was in an address of ours back in 1903. Bennet, once of Dundee were here in Tayport (Ferryport on Craig) before settling in Ladybank. The hospitality that we received here at the Bell Rock Tavern was impressive as was the view over to Broughty Ferry.
We had kindly been invited to go up onto the terrace with our drink if we wished to. If we had decided not to, we would have missed a treat. When we were on the terrace I briefly told her of my link to Tayport. "So you're a Dundonian" she said. Thinking in about it, I suppose a wee bit of me is.

© Robbie Kennedy Bennett


Had a great day
In Dundee o'er The Tay
This man named Bennett
Went a travelling that way
To Dundee o'er The Tay

And don't she look fine?
Every Dundonian of mine
In bygone time
Dundonian's o mine
Let me rhyme, Dundee looks fine

Drawing me there
Seagate, Murraygate,
Everywhere we did walk
Listening to Dundonian's talk

To top a great day
In Tayport back o'er The Tay
Upon the terrace of
The Bell Rock Tavern
Looking out o'er The Tay

The Bell Rock Tavern
On Dalgleish Street
Hospitality, a welcome greet
In Tayport o'er The Tay
Where a hundred years a' more
A man named Bennet came a travelling that way
To Tayport o'er The Tay

But today is today
In The Bell Rock Tavern
A man named Bennett
Who would have thought it today?
Climbing steps, up and down and each way
Looking o'er The Mighty Tay

From The Bell Rock Tavern
Wrestling I am with past time
Those old Dundonian's of mine
Playing on my mind

A man named Bennett
Whose bound to have the last say
That terrace on The Bell Rock Tavern
Topped a great day
So call in yourself one day!

© Robbie Kennedy Bennett 2013

Note one T and two T's in Bennet(t)but still the same line.

Before heading back St Andrews we had another stroll around the harbour. Suddenly I noticed the retired Duke of Kent lifeboat. I researched her launching back in 2008 after walking the Fife Coastal Path and found it to be in 1979 and if all is correct she became Eastbourne's eighth lifeboat. I engaged in conversation with a kindly elderly lady about the Duke of Kent as she tendered to her garden.

My early mornings were spent walking down to the East Sands and today was the final one of the week. We started our long drive home mid-morning calling in at Kingskettle Cemetery and Ladybank. Around mid-day we drove over The Forth Road Bridge, rested at Gretna Green and arriving home at 7.00pm having had more than one great day.

'As the waves cover over the old Scottish stone, a thought in my mind, a feeling of home'. That line was from a visit to St Andrews in 2002, and the feeling has never changed. If anything, it has grown stronger.

© Robbie Kennedy Bennett

In The Heart o Laddie, in Mind and Blood © Robbie Kennedy Bennett


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