No fences

This is the fourth film in my ‘Sheramoor series’. The idea behind this film is about mothers who encourage their children to play free to enjoy the natural world. Sheriffmuir was one of the last places to have fences.

The ruined farm, the backdrop to this film, is Lairhill. No farm was a closer witness to the battle of Sheriffmuir. A few years before Lairhill was ‘displenished’ the Roy family were awarded for having reared the ‘best foal’ in Perthshire.

This film is for my mother: Margaret Mary Scott

Music credits:
[1] My true country – Paul Buchanan
[2] I remember you – Paul Buchanan

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One Reply to “No fences”

  1. Unthinkable that a small farm would run on so little livestock and crops – yet it did. In the 1870s, my great granny would walk from Banton near Kilsyth with her sisters to the market in Glasgow to sell eggs. Eggs were too valuable for them to eat at home. They were sold at 10d per dozen (12d = 1/-, 1/- = 5p so less than 5p for a dozen eggs). They would carry their boots round their necks, tied together by the laces until they reached the market area, at which point they would put their boots on and sell the farm eggs. This saved shoe leather but also allowed them to appear well shod. My great grandfather would walk 13 miles from Slamannan to Kilsyth (and back again) to court my great granny in the 1880s. At that time, sleds were still being used on farms in that area of Slamannan. They also kept up the tradition of putting a kink in each furrow to confuse the witches and ensure a better crop. When eventually great grandparents married, my great granny took their first born, William, as a baby out one day to the fields where father was working. On the way there, she sat down by the side of the road for a rest, at which time the minister went past on his bicycle. Seeing a woman by the side of the road with a bairn in a shawl, promoted the response of his throwing a penny into her lap as he went past, not realising that he had mistaken one of his flock for a tinker.

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