I’ve just entered a competition where the brief was to write 250 words on the theme ‘My Town’. Believe me, 250 words isn’t enough, even for a quiet wee place like Dunfermline. I kept it strictly 11th Century in tone and told the story of Malcolm and Margaret – how she wasn’t that keen on this rough, illiterate (albeit royal) boor, but he kept on at her and eventually she gave in; and civilised him. She also apparently brought European influences to Scottish church life – she’d been instructed by the Benedictines and believed ‘Laborare est Orare’ – work is the best form of prayer. I fondly remember pushing a pram up Monastery Street – maybe it was post-natal hormones but I could have sworn I heard the monks chanting and smelt their porridge! Anyway, today being such a lovely day I took a quick run up the town for some photos, and attach one here for you. I didn’t hear the monks today; my hormones must be all better now.
Somebody told me once about a ‘Society of Margarets’ – every Dunfermline woman called Margaret gets to join, in honour of QM/St M. But I can’t find anything about it on the Internet. Does anyone else know anything about this?