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I suppose it is being on the land myself and Burns being a man of the land that makes this poem stick with me. He was so connected with the land and I think that is something we have lost today. Nowadays it is all about big tractors and 20 tonne machinery that costs thousands of pounds. In the past sheep farmers used to walk the hills. They heard the birds and watched the land under their feet changing. We don’t have that everyday contact with the land anymore. Maybe that’s where we are going wrong. Neil Gillon - Ayrshire farmer Text © Neil Gillon |
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| To A Mouse, On turning her up in her Nest, with the Plough | ||||||
Still, thou art blest, compar'd wi' me ! Robert Burns
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| All images © Tricia Malley / Ross Gillespie broad daylight ltd. All texts © | ||||||