For Here - and Eternity

Can there really be more to see in Scotland...you betcha! Since we are on a literary tour, our next stop was the Robert Burns Museum

Stacked stone walls could be found everywhere. They are not only beautiful, but sturdy.

The Cottage. Robert Burns was born here and lived here has a child. 

I love old graveyards and this one was spectacular.

HEAD stones

Side entrance to the Graveyard. Robert Burns father is resting here. It is also the location that inspired his tale 'Tam O Shanter'

This one is behind the church and is laid out so neatly.

The museum had great exhibits. This was Robert Burns writing desk. 

Interactive games for kids of all ages

This one un-rotated. The greater than life-sized sculpture is on the Poet's Path and is in honor of the poem "To A Mouse."

Above the mouse.
After our tour of the gardens, cottage, graveyard, and museum, we headed to the cafe for lunch and then stopped off at the gift shop. Then, back to the bus for a quick cat nap before we stopped in a little town called Callader. ....for a little snack and stretch break.

Health food store

The girls found the car....'of their dreams.'

More flooding in the countryside. This is a 'car park' ....a parking lot.

View from Callader into the Trossachs 

more views from Callader

The day held something for everyone. I particularly love the photo opportunities so I just loved the old church and the graveyard. I did not love it for the spooky stories and poems that came from Burns imagination, but for the sense of history. I love reading headstones and wondering about the lives of the people and how they lived their lives. It always makes me think about things that really count in life....and in eternity.
We live such busy lives, and so much of what we do really does not count for much in the grand scheme of things. It is a daily challenge to choose to do what is truly important. Important, in the eyes of God, not in the minds of men.
They typically are not one and the same.

And...as beautiful as Scotland may be....I miss my own 'purple mountain majesties.'