Sunday 24 December: it’s Christmas Eve, and there’s just time for a short leg stretch, before the early sunset gets the better of us. We’re in Edinburgh, and we’re taking a walk beside the Water of Leith, up through Dean Village. A detour takes through Dean cemetery, where we chance upon a familiar name – Sir Thomas Bouch, the designer of the Tay Bridge, the one which collapsed in a gale
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
McGonagall’s doggerel is worth reading, if only as an example of “how not to do poetry” (and I’m no expert! Inevitably, it rhymes (after a fashion), but McGonagall knew not scansion…)