Friday, July 1, 2011
From there we (that is, Richard) drove to Anwoth, where Samuel Rutherford preached and from where he was taken and placed under house arrest in Aberdeen. Charles I wanted him silenced and held where no one would listen to him preach. It was during these years in Aberdeen that Rutherford began his incomparable letter writing ministry. I read from a letter he wrote to Earlston the young (connected to the Gordons of Earlston at Dalry kirk yard), and we sang from The Sands of Time are Sinking. Quick rain shower, but other than that, beautiful.
From there (me snoozing on the coach, kids recording the deed with their cameras) we made our way to Hadrian's Wall, dinner at quaint Saughy Rigg Farm, a 18th century Northumbrian farm turned B&B, and a night hike along the wall. The hearty returning to our rooms after 11:00.