Merlin of the Tweed: Lowland Legends & Geologic Journeys
Stories of Scotland
Annie and Jenny
4.8 • 728 Ratings
🗓️ 16 January 2022
⏱️ 49 minutes
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| 0:00.0 | Hello and welcome to Stories of Scotland, a podcast about Stories of Scotland. |
| 0:16.2 | I'm Jenny Tweedledum. |
| 0:18.6 | And I'm Annie, Tweedledee. And I'm Annie, Tweedledee. |
| 0:21.3 | And in this episode, we're taking a meandering trip down the marvellous river Tweed, |
| 0:28.0 | winding across southern Scotland. |
| 0:30.6 | The Tweed oftentimes delineates the border between Scotland and England. |
| 0:41.3 | We are right at the edge of our stories of Scotland limits here, Annie. It feels strange to be so far south, but I have been really enjoying our time in the borders. |
| 0:48.3 | And how could we take a wonder down here and not find ourselves on the banks of the tweed. These waters are world famous for |
| 0:56.6 | salmon fishing. So shall we cast out our lines and see if we could hook a slippery story or two? |
| 1:03.8 | Yes, let's do that, Jenny. I love a bit of fishing. Oh, and it looks like there's something |
| 1:10.3 | wriggling on my line. Let me reel it in. |
| 1:13.6 | Look, Jenny, I caught a poem. That was fast, Daddy. |
| 1:18.6 | It's all in the wrist action, Jenny. |
| 1:22.6 | And I make my own flies with feathers. This poem was written by Roger Quinn. He was born in the Borders in 1850, |
| 1:31.3 | and while he travelled through much of Scotland busking and writing his poems, the borders was always |
| 1:39.0 | the place that he called home. Quinn was known as the Tramp poet poet and this little selection of verses was written in |
| 1:48.3 | Glasgow possibly when he was in a poor house, reminiscing on the gentle hills of Galishiels, |
| 1:55.4 | which must have seemed like another world at that time. From the Moorland and the Meadows to the city of the shadows, |
| 2:04.6 | where I wonder old and lonely comes the call I understand. |
| 2:10.6 | In clear, soft tones and thralling, it is calling, calling, calling. Tis the spirit of the open from the dear old border land. |
| 2:22.3 | Wiveless, I can't wait to float down the tweed. |
| 2:26.3 | I can't wait to float down the tweed. Just a quick thanks to our sponsors of this episode, Scotland Shop. |
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