Let’s move to Dumfries, Dumfries & Galloway: could anywhere be more Scottish?
It’s full of pinnacles, crow-stepped gables and baronial turrets as if Disney’s imagineers had sketched it themselves
What’s going for it? In the – almost – words of Chandler from Friends: “Could anywhere be more Scottish?” Don’t @ me. Don’t write in. Here’s my pitch, hear me out. Dumfries was the home of Robert Burns. Back of the net. You can pay your respects at his statue opposite Nationwide Building Society, at his little sandstone house, or in person at his mausoleum in St Michael’s churchyard. Second: its warm red stone streets are chock-full of pinnacles, crow-stepped gables and baronial turrets, as if Disney’s imagineers had sketched it themselves. Third: in the late 13th century William Wallace and the townsfolk saw off the invading English here. Fourth: soon after, Robert the Bruce began his campaign for independence in Dumfries (and, at Bannockburn, won). Fifth: the remarkable, romantic hinterland – the red kites and pine forests of the Galloway hills, the ruined castles and abbeys of the Nith estuary, the white sands of the Solway coast – could turn Alf Garnett Hibernian. I could go on.
The case against A tad off the beaten track these days.