Twelve things you didn’t know about the spectacular winter trail, Christmas at the Botanics, which returns for its third consecutive year running for 30 nights from 22 November to 29 December.
Tickets for this year’s show are currently on sale. For further ticket information, pricing and timings, please visit https://www.rbge.org.uk/whats-on/christmas-at-the-botanics-2019/ Continue reading 12 days of Christmas at The Botanics
STOCKBRIDGE LIBRARY
Saturday 23 November at 2.15pm
Film of the Book – 1984.
25 year anniversary screening of the film. This is an accessible film event with subtitles for those who are deaf or hard of hearing. Audience 15+
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Muirhouse library partners with Craigroyston Community High School to spark conversation about identity and self-expression
Scottish Book Trust, the national charity changing lives through reading and writing, has announced that Glasgow-based poet and young adult author Dean Atta will visit Muirhouse Library for Book Week Scotland 2019 on Monday 18 November from 11am – 12.30pm. Continue reading Dean Atta comes to Muirhouse Library for Book Week Scotland event
From unsighly hoardings and dodgy scaffolding to disrespectful tratment of memorial benches and lax planning enforcement, the council has come in for a lot of criticism over Edinburgh’s Hogmanay 2019 preparations.
This is the council’s response: Continue reading Bah humbug! Council responds to Christmas criticism
The Rt Hon Lord Provost and Lord Lieutenant of the City of Edinburgh Frank Ross joined First Minister Nicola Sturgeon and senior military personnel, members of the wider Armed Forces community and members of the emergency services for the official wreath-laying ceremony at the Stone of Remembrance yesterday. Continue reading Scotland remembers
Edinburgh’s Community Alcohol Partnerships are launching Alcohol Awareness Week between 10am – midday in the Market Place at Waverley Train Station this morning. Continue reading CAPs mark Alcohol Awareness Week
Strike ballot gets underway at distribution firm
Morrisons supermarkets across Scotland could be hit by food shortages in the run up to Christmas as an industrial action ballot gets underway today in its distribution partner XPO Logistic. Continue reading Christmas food shortage threat at Morrisons
In the trenches I must wait,
To meet a very likely fate.
Soldiers here are used like bait.
Oh how this world is filled with hate.
“Bang, bang, bang,” guns fire overhead.
Covering the ground with bodies of the dead.
Stinking, squelching mud slows us down,
“Gas!” someone cries, but masks can’t be found.
I need to run or steal a mask,
But this is never an easy task.
“Do you have a mask? there’s none in my bag!”
My heart lurches at the reply, “Guten tag!”
BANG – a gun shot through my heart that I yield
Now I join the dead in Flanders Fields
I’ve served my country, but at what cost?
Hundreds of thousands of lives lost.
I watch the war from the land of the dead
As more violence and fighting and blood is shed.
Please can we put an end to this story?
No more Dulce et Decorum est Pro Patria Mori.
Lewis Horton
Craigroyston Community High School
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
Robert Laurence Binyon
