It was a much better day today, just a bit chilly and  windy. So, we ventured out with gloves and scarves. 

We went to Alloway in Ayr - the birthplace of Robbie Burns. 

This is the cottage where he was born.

We also visited the gardens and the Brig O'Doon which I will do a post on in a couple of days. While in the gardens I spotted this red rose and it made me think of one of Burns poem.

He penned lots of famous poems and songs. One of which is 'A Red Red Rose'.

A Red, Red Rose

by Robert Burns

O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That’s sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry:

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.

Mmm, now isn't that a wonderful poem? 

 
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