|Robert Burns Statue Irvine,|
which I used to climb over as a kid,
being directly on the moors at the
back of our school
|The Heckling Shop where Robert Burns worked 1781 - 82|
which, growing up around it, I probably just thought was
someone's old tool shed. Tut tut. Where were my teachers
|Irvine Beach with the addition of wheelie bins since my day|
|Irvine 'Old Town' High Street, early 19th century|
And just one last thought; maybe I did fall that day, now, I wonder why if that's the reason they couldn't find a heart beat, yes, now I wonder if I even exist, or maybe, like everything else, I only do so in my, or that is to say, your, imagination? Humph.
|Click for bigger pic, and get a perspective of its size from whatever |
that is in the foreground - a wagon a la the Old Wild West?