Auld Kirk, New Kirk

Overly excited at the arrival of some rubber goods this morning (Samantha less so as the Postie rung the doorbell at 7:45 to deliver and I pretended I was sound asleep). Didn't realise how ineffectual my brakes had become until I fitted and tried out the new ones. So, all nice and road safe again, and with the sun shining, it was off to give them a bit of a run-in.

Ended up down at the old cemetery haunting ground again, wandering back through the village's history amongst the ancient headstones, getting more and more pissed off at the number of them knocked over and lying in bits. The shot here shows the 16th century ruins of Tullibody's auld kirk, with the newer, start of the 20th century church to the right over some of the vandalised headstones.

I didn't notice at the time I took the shot but the one remaining here is dated 1707. This was the year that the Act of Union with England was passed by the Scottish Parliament and we all became Great Britain. Don't think the skull and crossbone has anything deeply symbolic to say about this as there are numerous stones decorated with similar signs of mortality, but, with next year presenting our wee nation the opportunity to turn that all around again, have stored this all away in the blip bank for next September.