Bullseye
A Turnbull Clan Publication
Founder: John
Turnbull, Scotland
Founder: Dorothy Berk, United States
President, Wally Turnbull
Janet Turnbull Schwierking, Editor
Volume 5, Issue 7, July 2004
To the Borders and BeyondIn addition to expanding membership and services, the goals of TCA include an active exchange among the international Turnbull Clan groups. In order to promote this exchange, TCA President Wally Turnbull and his wife, Betty, visited TCA Scotland in May. Besides meeting with the leaders of TCA Scotland, while in the Borders, Wally researched the history and current situation of the once Turnbull Fatlips Castle. Wally and Betty also visited and made notes about places of special interest to Turnbulls including not only the historic value but also how to get there and what else to do in the area. These notes will be published in future editions of the Bullseye and on the TCA website. The following is the first in a series of journal reports by Wally Turnbull about his visit to the Borders. Driving on the left We arrived in Edinburgh, Scotland on Tuesday, May 18th, where we rented a car and drove down into Turnbull territory in the Borders.
Being my first experience driving a vehicle with right hand steering on the left side of the road it was a bit of a challenge for me but evidently more so for my wife, Betty, who kept leaning to the right so the car would not slip off the road on the left as we whizzed around the winding narrow road she described as a paved cow trail. |
This was not our
first trip to the Borders but the first time to be doing the driving.
That and increased familiarity made the distances seem so much less. It
was no time at all before we were zipping through towns with familiar
names. At least the spelling was familiar though there was nothing
familiar about the way the citizens of those towns pronounced these
names.
Signs of the times It was interesting to note that as we entered every town there was a sign indicating that we should slow down NOW to 30 miles per hour. As we departed there would be another sign thanking us for driving carefully through town. We wondered how they knew that we had been so careful. We also noted that there was never a sign indicating that the speed limit had increased or to what. Sticky toffee pudding We drove through Jedburgh (pronounced “Jedbuhruh”) making a quick stop at the Pheasant Inn on High Street where we were thrilled to confirm that they still serve the world’s best sticky toffee pudding. Leaving Jedburgh we drove through the sleepy hamlet of Denholm (pronounced “Denim” like the cloth) sitting at the foot of Ruberslaw mountain. There we noticed a sign propped up in front of the Crossed Keys Inn advertising cask ales. Being a bit thirsty from the sticky toffee pudding and not knowing just what a “cask” ale was we enjoyed finding out. As we left, we noticed a monument to |
