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4th September 2009

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Electric Scotland News
The Flag in the Wind
Books of John McDougall
Poetry and Stories
Book of Scottish Story
Biographical Record of the County of Kent, Ontario
Robert Burns Lives!
Oor Mither Tongue
John's Scottish Sing-Along
Songs of Lowland Scotland
"Curdies" a Glasgow Sketch Book
The Life and Public Services of Henry Wilson
A Voice in the Wilderness
The Story of Scottish Rugby
Folk Lore in Lowland Scotland
White Australia, The Empty North, Reasons and Remedy (new complete book)
Fallbrook Farm

I seem to be working on too many projects these days and I'm even forgetting what day it is :-)

Some of the projects won't see the light of day for many months but they can take up a lot of time getting to the finish stage. Just one example is building our own radio station. This is one where only members of our Aois Community will be able to listen to it. Problem is that you need to seek permission from the artists to play their music and this is very time consuming. So far we do have quite a number of permissions but we do need lots more hence the time it takes to contact them and to receive a reply back.

I am also trying to get some expert forums up where real experts will volunteer time to add regular articles and be around to answer questions. Finding these experts is also very time consuming and even when you do find them and manage to get their ok for the project it can also be very time consuming to get them to start posting.

We`re also looking at how we might develop certain forums like our Celtic Music Forum. What we`d like to do in there is work with YouTube so that we can post a new thread which would be dedicated to an artist or group. The idea is that we can post an initial message in the thread with their name as the Title. We`d then like to seek out some information on them and put that up in the message and then add a link to one of their videos on YouTube. This would let anyone then reply to the thread with any additional information. But as you likely guessed this is a time consuming process. We`d also like to add a url to their own web site and so provide a good amount of info on each as well as letting people see and hear them through the YouTube video.

Today when I am doing this newsletter I`ve already spent some 2 hours in just dealing with emails that I got in overnight. I devote some of each day to ocr`ìng in books I think you`ll enjoy. As I work on books I often note a reference to another book and so I also take time to see if I can find any more information on the book to see if it would be worth adding to the site.

I`ve also been working on a project to tell you a story of modern Scotland but this has turned out to be a very long term project. There is actually no single source of information about a council area of Scotland and no decent overview of Scotland as a whole. I have spend considerable time doing research on this and writing to many people to see if they can help. I am really no further forward on this but I keep trying. Like this type of information is freely available in Canada about Canada but all I`ve found about Scotland is all copyright and so far I`ve not been given permission to use any of it other than the standard 300 words which is really a total waste of time.

And so just thought I`d let you know we have lots of plans for the site but they are time consuming and we do get hicups on the way. Like Steve was meant to have fixed the Live Chat, put up the new arcade system, etc. BUT his mother had to have a back operation and when she did have it it went wrong and Steve has had to spend a lot of time helping her. On Saturday when he was going to get these things done his mother fell and hurt herself so he had to take her to the doctor and otherwise look after her so needless to say our planned work didn`t get done.

Such are the joys of looking after a web site :-)


I will be starting 2 new books tonight and so depending on your time zone you`ll either see them tonight or tomorrow. They are...

Journal of a Lady of Quality
Being the Narrative of a Journey from Scotland to the West Indies, North Carolina and Portugal in the Years 1774 to 1776

That an incredulous reader may not have to speculate regarding the genuineness of the Journal, the editors hasten to say that it is no twentieth century fabrication, but that the manuscript from which the present text is printed is known as Egerton, 2423, and is even now in the British Museum. It is a quarto volume labelled "Travels in the West Indies and South Carolina, 1774, '75"; and in the Museum Catalogue it is entered as a "Journal by a Lady, of a Voyage from Scotland to the West Indies and South Carolina, with an account of personal experiences during the War of Independence, and a visit to Lisbon on her return 25 October 1774—December 1775." Quite a long description that, but withal an inaccurate one; and surely he was a careless retainer of the British Museum who did the labelling, for even a cursory reading of the beautiful manuscript shows that "North Carolina" should be substituted for "South Carolina," and that the narrative itself deals, at most, with only the preliminary events of the American War for Independence and continues nearly to the beginning of February, 1776.

As a narrative, the Journal falls naturally into four parts, dealing respectively with the voyage from Scotland to the West Indies; with life and experiences in the West Indies at Antigua and St. Kitts, and the voyage from St. Kitts to the Cape Fear River; with life on the Cape Fear just before the American War of Independence; and, finally, with the various adventures and experiences of Miss Schaw and her companions in Portugal on her way back to Scotland. Nowhere in our manuscript does the name of the author occur, and, for the most part, the names of persons referred to are in blank; so that only after much following of clues and searching in the records of England, Scotland, Ireland, the West Indies, and America have the editors been able to trace the careers of those who play the leading parts in the story. With the blanks filled out as far as possible, with but few corrections in spelling and capitalization, and with here and there a change in the diverting, but somewhat erratic, punctuation, the Journal, in the form now presented, is the same as that of the British Museum manuscript.

Recollections of Marshall Macdonald, Duke of Tarentum
Edited by Camille Rousset, Translated by Stephen Louis Simeon (1893)

IN the month of May, 1825, the sexagenarian Marshal Macdonald, left a widower for the third time, was plunged in the deepest grief. by his previous marriage he had only daughters; the last marriage, solemnized scarcely four years before, and which had terminated so sadly, left him a son, heir to his name. It was for this child still in the cradle that, far from Paris, far from the conventional consolations and condolences of the Court, the Marshal undertook—not to distract, but to occupy the isolation caused by his sorrow —to note down the various stages of his long and glorious career. He did not pretend to write memoirs; they are merely recollections destined for the child who was alone to see them in the future. Sixty-five years have elapsed since they were penned; more than fifty have come and gone since the Marshal died, and his grand-daughter, the Baronne de Pomrnereul, has thought that, in the interest and for the advantage of history, as well as for the reputation and fame of her ancestor, the moment has come to lift the veil which, until now, has covered these 'Recollections,' and has entrusted to me the task of revealing them to the public. It is a great honour, for which I am grateful to her. I could not help feeling respectful emotion as I turned over those pages impregnated with sincerity, and which breathed forth truth like a refreshing perfume. On no occasion, nor in any presence, did Macdonald conceal his thoughts, even when with the greatest of men, with Napoleon or with Louis XVIII.

There is no single erasure or alteration in this manuscript of 472 folio pages; there are consequently a few incomplete sentences, of which it has been found necessary to restore a word or two. With these exceptions, and with the omission of a few intimate details of precious interest for the family, but not for anyone unconnected with it, the text has been treated with the respect it merits.

I also found an account of a trip he made to old family lands in Scotland from an old account in the Celtic Monthly and have added that to the account.

I`ll tell you more about both books in next weeks newsletter but keep an eye out on our What`s New page for where they can be found at


And just to say we're playing around with our site header on our index page only. The index page is actually the only page on our site that does not have the common header and so is ideal to try out any changes.

Our site is rather old and so we still use tables to keep things in place and all the new standards say that tables should be eliminated if possible. So we're working on trying to do this with our header as a first step. Once we're satisfied we have got it working correctly then we'll propagate it to our site header and thus across every page on the site.

Some of the stories in here are just parts of a larger story so do check out the site for the full versions. You can always find the link in our "What's New" section or on our site menu.

This weeks issue was compiled by Jim Lynch. Jim as always provides a good cross section of articles along with his Synopsis articles. Always a good read.

You can read the Flag at

Christina McKelvie MSP's Weekly diary is not available as the Parliament are now on the Summer recess. Mind you Linda Fabiani did manage to get a few articles to us over the recess so that`s really not an excuse! :-)

Books of John McDougall
We've now added more chapters to the first book, Forest, Lake and Prairie...

Chapter XXI
Continue journey - Old "La Gress" - Fifty miles per day

Chapter XXII
Fort Pitt - Hunter's paradise - Sixteen buffalo with seventeen arrows - "Big" Bear.

Chapter XXIII
On to White-fish Lake - Beautiful country - Indian camp - Strike northward into forest land.

Chapter XXIV
The new Mission - Mr. Steinhauer - Benjamin Sinclair.

Chapter XXV
Measurement of time - Start for Smoking Lake - Ka-Kake - Wonderful hunting feat - Lose horse - Tough meat.

Chapter XXVI
Mr. Woolsey - Another new mission.

Chapter XXVII
Strike south for buffalo and Indians - Strange mode of crossing "Big River" - Old Besho and his eccentricities - Five men dine on two small ducks.

Here is chapter XXV as it's quite short...

NIGHTS and days, and months and seasons, I found, were the measurements of time out here. Minutes and hours would come by and by with railroads and telegraphs. If you questioned anyone about time or distance, the answer would be, "In so many nights, or days, or moons." The Indian had no year; with him it was summer and winter.

We left White-fish Lake Friday evening, having with us for the first few miles "KaKake," or "the Hawk," and some of his people, who were returning to Saddle Lake. "Ka-Kake" was far more than an ordinary personality. His very appearance denoted this. The elasticity of his step, the flash of his eye, the ring of his voice —you had to notice him. To me he was a new type. He filled my ideal as a hunter and warrior.

From Peter I learned that he was brave and kind, and full of resource, tact, strategy and pluck; these were the striking traits of this man, by whose side I loved to ride, and later on, in whose skin-lodge I delighted to camp.

He had figured in many battles, and been the chief actor in many hunting fields. He had surpassed other famous buffalo hunters, inasmuch as he had ridden one buffalo to kill another.

To do this, it is related that he and others were chasing buffalo on foot, and coming to an ice-covered lake, the surface of which was in spots like glass, some of the buffalo fell, and Ka-Kake, with the impetus of his run, went sliding on to one of them, and catching hold of the long, shaggy hair of its shoulders, seated himself astride of its back. Then the buffalo made an extra effort and got to its feet and dashed after the herd, and Ka-Kake kept his seat. In vain the animal, after reaching the ground, bucked and jumped and rushed about. Ka-Kake was there to stay—for a while, at any rate. Then the buffalo settled down to run and soon overtook the herd, which spurted on afresh, because of this strange-looking thing on the back of one of themselves. Now, thought Ka-Kake, is my chance. So he pulled his bow from his back, and springing it and taking an arrow from his quiver, he picked his animal, and sent the arrow up to the feather in its side, which soon brought his victim to a stop. Then he took his knife and drove it down into his wild steed, just behind his seat, and feeling that the buffalo was going to fall, he jumped off to one side, and thus had accomplished something unique in the hunting-field.

Around at the end of the lake our roads diverged, or rather, our courses did, for we found very little road through the dense woods, as we bore away north and west for Smoking Lake, where we expected to find Rev. Mr. Woolsey. Pathless forests, and bridgeless streams, and bottomless muskegs were some of the features of the scene we now entered. Our progress was slow, and instead of reaching Mr. Woolsey's Saturday night, or early Sunday morning, we lost one of our horses by the way, and did not reach Smoking Lake until Monday afternoon. By this time our provisions were about finished, and had not Mr. Woolsey killed an ox the day we arrived, we, and others also, would have gone supperless to bed that night. As it was, we had the privilege of chewing at some of the toughest beef I ever tackled—and my experience along that line has been a very wide one.

The book index page where you can get to the other chapters is at

Poetry and Stories
Also got in the famous nursery poem `Wee Willie Winkie` which you can read at

John Henderson has continued his Recounting Blessings series about him being brought up in Scotland. He had added chapter 70 and you can see the whole series at

Got a lot of stories up in the article service from Donna this week.

You can also read stories in our Article Service and even add your own at

Book of Scottish Story
Thanks to John Henderson for sending this book into us.

This week he's sent in a new story `The Last of the Jacobites` by Robert Chambers

Here is how it starts...

I had occasion to mention, at the conclusion of my " History of the Insurrection of 1745,” that after that period the spirit of jacobitism became a very different thing from what it had formerly been; that, acquiring no fresh adherents among the young subsequent to that disastrous year, it grew old, and decayed with the individuals who had witnessed its better days; and that, in the end, it became altogether dependent upon the existence of a few aged enthusiasts, more generally of the female than the male sex.

These relics of the party—for they could be called nothing else—soon became isolated in the midst of general society ; and latterly were looked upon, by modern politicians, with a feeling similar to that with which the antediluvian patriarchs must have been regarded in the new world, after they had survived several generations of their short-lived descendants. As their glory lay in all the past, they took an especial pride in retaining every description of manners and dress which could be considered old-fashioned, much upon the principle which induced Will Honeycomb to continue wearing the wig in which he had gained a young lady’s heart. Their manners wer entirely of that stately and formal sort which obtained at the commencement of the eighteenth century, and which is so inseparably associated in the mind of a modern with ideas of full-bottomed perukes, long-backed coats, gold-buckled shoes, and tall walking canes. Mr Pitt’s tax, which had so strong an effect upon the heads of the British public, did not perhaps unsettle one grain of truly Jacobite powder ; nor is it hypothetical to suppose that the general abandonment of snuff-taking by the ladies, which happened rather before that period, wrenched a single box from the fingers of any ancient dame, whose mind had been made up on politics, as her taste had been upon black rappee, before the year of grace 1745.

The can read the rest of this chapter at

All the other stories can be read at

Biographical Record of the County of Kent, Ontario
Our thanks to Nola Crewe for sending these into us.

ALEXANDER YOUNG.  Probably few names are better or more widely known in the County of Kent than that borne by Alexander Young, one of the prominent and substantial residents of Harwich township.  He was born April 3, 1844, son of George and Janet (Robertson) Young.

George Young was born February 19th, 1809, in Roxburghshire, Scotland, on the banks of the river tweed, and died on August 14th, 1890, at the age of 81 years.  He was the only son of Charles Young and Agnes Nisbet.  His father being accidentally killed three months before he was born, he lived principally with an uncle, and went to school until he was ten years of age, when he removed to Paisley and assisted in keeping a toll-gate for a couple of years.  going to Glasgow at the age of twelve, he was apprenticed to a cabinet maker and builder for a term of seven years.  having completed his apprenticeship he worked a year or two as a journeyman, acquiring the reputation of being one of the best mechanics in the city.  He soon commenced as a master builder, at what was then considered an unusually early age, entering into partnership with John Stewart.  they carried on an extensive business as cabinet makers and builders.  Between 1830 and 1840 Mr Young erected or superintended many of the finest blocks in Glasgow and so high did he stand as an architect and builder that when in 1836 the city contemplated the erection of new public buildings, he was chosen to visit some of the principal cities of England, including London, Liverpool and Manchester, to inspect their public buildings and report on same.  His plans and suggestions were adopted.  Dissolving the partnership mentioned he carried on the business himself, owning his own quarries and lumber yard, and employing from three to five hundred men.  He took a leading part in all affairs tending to promote the political and commercial interests of the city of Glasgow, and the corporation rewarded him be presenting him with the freedom of the city, an honour he regarded with just pride as long as he lived. 

You can read the rest of this bio at

Robert Burns Lives!
By Frank Shaw

I want to talk with you on a subject very dear to my heart and to share some thoughts and observations. I am fiercely loyal to people and things I believe in and love. When, in the early 1990s, I learned of my Scottish heritage, I jumped feet first into learning all things Scottish. I was consumed by family background research and eventually discovered that my branch of Shaws came from the wee Isle of Jura off the Argyll coast. I read and studied Scottish history and over time have accumulated several thousand Scottish books for my library. My grandson Ian had a Shaw kilt before he was born. Susan and I usually agree on most things, but on this particular subject we are where we were the first time we discussed it – I love it but she does not.

I’m talking about Scotland’s national dish – haggis. By us not coming to a consensus on haggis, however, is a mixed bag (no pun intended) since it is a huge benefit to me. When we attend Scottish functions, she always helps herself to the haggis and then gives it to me later on during the meal. What a great date she has been for over 35 years! You see, not everyone likes or loves haggis. I do, unashamedly!

Let me share one brief word about meat products. Country singer Jimmy Dean, who has been in the sausage business for many years and whose name is still proudly displayed on his product, once said, “If you like sausage, don’t ask what it’s made of”. Unfortunately, not all haggis is created equal so the same can be said of it, too. Because of how it was made hundreds of years ago, today’s haggis is sometimes misunderstood. A good haggis maker, like Caledonian Kitchen in Lewisville, Texas, will give you a tasty product. Theirs is my favorite American commercial haggis, and they will serve it up to you with “Premium Quality” sirloin beef, Highland beef, lamb, or for the faint of heart, there is a vegetarian haggis.

You can read the rest of this article at

Oor Mither Tongue
An Anthology of Scots Vernacular Verse by Ninian Macwhannell (1938) and our thanks to John Henderson for sending this into us.

We have new poems up this week by...

The Fisher

The Shorter Catechism
The Eternal Feminine
Fisher Jamie

which you can read at

John's Scottish Sing-Along
Provided by John Henderson

This week we've added...

The Road An' The Miles Tae Dundee

You can find these songs at

Songs of Lowland Scotland
From the times of James V, King of Scots, A book of c. 600 pages of songs published in Scotland in 1870, and arranged in episodic form by John Henderson.

We've added a further 30 or so pages this week, Pages 124 - 161, as a pdf file which you can get to at

"Curdies" a Glasgow Sketch Book
By Hugh S. Roberton

We've added another chapter this week...

Chapter XI - Foyle and Kitty

These are all pdf files and I have to say I'm really enjoying these stories and getting a good chuckle at the same time :-)

You can read these at

The Life and Public Services of Henry Wilson
A new book we're starting about the Late Vice President of the United States by Rev. Elias Nason and Hon Thomas Russell (1876)

We have now made more progress on this book by adding chapters IX to XV.

Here is how Chapter XIV starts...

ABRAHAM LINCOLN was nominated for the presidency by the Republicans in convention at Chicago in the month of May, 1860; and John C. Breckinridge in April following, at Charleston, S.C., by the proslavery Democrats. The other candidates were John Bell and Stephen A. Douglas. The main question between the two leading parties was freedom, or slavery, in the immense Territories of the Union; or, in other words, shall free, or servile, labor have the ascendency in this country? Long and carefully, both in and out of Congress, had Mr. Wilson studied this question under every form and bearing; long had he contemplated the tremendous interests involved in the issue of the question; and he therefore threw himself into the contest with unfaltering energy, addressing vast and enthusiastic audiences in many States with. eloquent and effective words of warning, counsel, and encouragement. In an address at Myrick's Junction, Mass., on the 18th of September, in reference to the paramount question of the parties, he said, -

"Issues growing out of the existence of human slavery in America are now the paramount issues before the nation. Shall slavery continue to expand? shall it continue to guide the counsels of the republic? or shall its expansion be arrested, its power broken, and it forced to retire under the cover of the local laws under which it exists? These issues loom up before the nation, dwarfing all other issues, and subordinating all other questions. Public men and political organizations are forced to accept the transcendent issues growing out of the existence of slavery in America.

"The American Democracy, which for twenty-five years has borne the banners of slavery, won its victories, and shared in its crimes against humanity, though broken into fragments, struggles on, faithful still to the interests of slavery. Breckinridge and Lane accept the creed of slavery expansion, slavery protection, and slavery domination; Douglas 'don't care whether slavery is voted up or voted down;' and Johnson, commended by the Massachusetts Democracy at Springfield for his 'honest and fearless promulgation of Democratic truth,' proclaims that it is best that capital should own labor.' The American Democracy, demoralized by slavery, has ceased to speak of the rights of man: it now speaks only of the rights of property in man. The Republican party, brought into existence by the aggressions of slavery upon freedom, cherishing the faith of the founders of the republic, and believing with their chosen leader, Abraham Lincoln, that 'he who would be no slave must consent to have no slave,' pledges itself, all it is, all it hopes to be, to arrest the extension of slavery, banish it from the Territories, dethrone its power in the National Government, and force it back under the cover of State sovereignty."

You can read the rest of this chapter at

The rest of the chapters can be read at

A Voice in the Wilderness
By Duncan Shaw (1995)

We've now completed this book by adding the following chapters to this...

Stones of memory
Life through wisdom

You can read these chapters at

The Story of Scottish Rugby
By R. J. Philips (1925)

We`ve now completed this book by adding the following chapters...

Chapter III. School Football
Chapter IV. Edinburgh and Glasgow: Inter-City Rivalry

International Football

Chapter V. Scotland v. England
Chapter VI. Scotland v. Ireland
Chapter VII. Scotland v. Wales
Chapter VIII. Scotland v. France
Chapter IX. Antipodean Visitors

You can read these chapters at

Folk Lore in Lowland Scotland
By Eve Blantyre Simpson (1908)

we have now completed this book with...

Chapter III
The Scandinavians

Chapter IV

Chapter V
Fishermen's Superstitions

Chapter VI
Flowers and Birds

Chapter VII
Witches and Wizards

Chapter VIII
Fairs, Festivals, and Funerals

Chapter IX
Adages and Omens

Here is a bit from Chapter IV - Faries...

"Up the airy mountain
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a hunting
For fear of little men,
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together,
Green jacket, red cap
And white owl's feather."

GIPSIES, to the novelist, have proved themselves invaluable allies, helping them to work the machinery of their plots by guiding heroes successfully through woods or wastes, protecting them from robbers, and extracting them from seemingly impregnable prisons. To the teller of tales by the fireside the fairies take the gipsies' place, and become the helpers and unravellers of the webs the fates have woven round the central figures of their story. The fairies in the annals of folk lore are a host in themselves. They have remained pre-eminent in the popular creed for centuries, and as Sir Walter Scott says: "They are a most pleasing legacy of fancy." The giants who walked the earth in days of old, as centuries rolled on grew too monstrous to associate with human beings, but their antitheses, the fairies, obtained an entrance into people's hearts and homes long lingered, nay, still remain there, welcome guests, for there is no doubt that the fairies who won their way deep into the affections of mortals, and had a seat by every hearthstone when the world was young, still dwell with us. They have been the companions and delight of countless generations of children. Fairy lore and its moral teaching has remained indelibly fixed on their memories from youth to second childhood. Giants live only in fable. Fairies, as in the days of yore, are our intimate friends. Their gifts are treasured by the descendants of the receivers of these fairy favours, and there are amongst us some who still believe in the existence of the little people. We have heard a man, holding a responsible public position, telling a well known American publisher of a sweet melody his aunt had heard played around her at a burn side in his native county, in the North of Scotland. The harmony of sound dwelt in her mind, so she returned home lilting the cadence of this weirdly-beautiful music, and jotted it down and rendered it to her family circle.

You can read the rest of this chapter at

You can read the other chapters at

White Australia, The Empty North, Reasons and Remedy
By J. N. MacIntyre (pdf file). Provides some very interesting information of this MacIntyre and what he achieved for Australia.

Mr. Maclntyre is to be commended on calling attention to the need for populating our Northern areas. The empty North menaces Australia. Its continued existence as a nation depends on our first line of defence being manned. It is not our back door we are leaving unguarded. It is not our back yard that is empty. The historical processes, the evolution of Internationalism, has made Northern Australia our front garden. That we have allowed it to be neglected, that we have built behind a wilderness, and then slothfully neglected to improve and beautify and protect the area from which our well-being may be assaulted, our independence be threatened, is unthinkably stupid—and criminal. If Australia is to be held—it will be held in the North. If Australia is to be free from the aggression of marauders, it will only be because we have taken time by the forelock, and made it impregnable. It can only be made impregnable by settling the empty, inviting, healthy—but now neglected—North, with men who will make it their homeland, their holy of holies, their own. Empty North Australia menaces all Australia. The problem is Australia's. The menace must be removed by Australian action. Whatever differences, mental or moral, may exist in the minds of man, the..truth of the old adage remains unfractured, "God helps those who help themselves." To-day Australia can help herself effectively. If she continues in the "to-morrow" habit, a not distant "to-morrow" may dawn with an alien flag afloat over Northern Australia, and then the only continent, with "one people, one flag, one destiny," will have become a land of warring interests, a land of clashing strife, a land on which the sun of peace has set, a land facing the bloodreal dawning of discord, schism and dissension. Mr. Maclntyre preaches a sane doctrine of Australianism for Australians. He shows where we have failed to make Australianism efficient. He points out our duty, not as the man of letters in, polished periods, but as the man of action, the man who has lived in the empty North and has seen all that its "vacuity" portends, who has read the portents and speaks as an Australian from the depths of his first-hand knowledge, the man who knows that until we set out to do our duty to Australia by making Australia safe for Australians, by utilising to their uttermost our Australian assets and potentialities, by making full use of our glorious heritage, the motto upon our coat of arms is a braggart's boast, or worse still, a weakling's aspiration. In his own way, the author has shown how to make good, the words that inspired the earliest Australians.

Advance Australia.
Cliveden Mansions, Gregory Terrace,
Brisbane, 31st Jan., 1920.

I came across this book while looking for anything new on Scots in Australia. It is in pdf format but certainly is an interesting read. You can read this at

Fallbrook Farm
I got in a wee update about this heritage project to preserve an old Scots farm. I also found a few interesting links to council meetings about the project so have posted all this up in updates 21 - 25 which you can read at

And that's it for now and hope you all have a good weekend :-)


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