Sweet Swan of Avon – Shakespeare
As a small child I lived in Scotland between Aberdeen and Inverness and not far from Forres. This is Macbeth country. After school, we would fight each other in fatal battles with branches from trees and bellow at our opponents “Lay on Macduff, and dammed be him who first cries, Hold. Enough ” We screamed “How far to Forres?” without knowing why! I learned about a King being murdered in Inverness Castle. My Mum took me there, but I never saw the blood from King Duncan’s assassination. But from my friends blabber I still recall that strong rhythm. “The Thane of Fife had a wife.” HowRead More →
