| Imagine............ the year is 1298 and you have heard that Sir William Wallace is all set to take on King Edward at the battle of Falkirk. But for you it is an ordinary day as you step out of your home (a low thatched building more hut than house) to see to your vegetable garden and sweep the hens from the path as you go. The sun is only just up, the day is dry and dusty, you can hear the early morning sounds of your neighbours as they feed their stock and scold their children to their chores. Suddenly you hear the distinctive sound of horses – that unmistakable clip-clop on a clear blue sky of a summers day for it is the 22nd of July and although Autumn comes early in Scotland, it is not quite here yet! You look up and there, unbelieveably, is the Great Man himself, riding out on his white warhorse, leading the Knights and soldiers into battle… their standards flying high, their battle honours vying with each other for supremacy of colour, their Crests emblazoned by the sun, their mantels billowing, their Coats of Arms a glory to behold. By the days end, many would be strewn on the battlefield, Scottish blood sacrificed to the English longbow once again. You heard the sounds of battle all that day, so close and yet seemingly so distant – whatever the outcome you would never forget, nor would your children or their children: Like those glorious Coats of Arms worn so bravely, the memories and great surnames of Scotland will live on and on............
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