Be lion-mettled, proud and take no care
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are;
Macbeth shall never vanquished be, until
Great Birnan Wood to high Dunsinane Hill
Shall come against him
That will never be.
Who can impress the forest, bid the tree
Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements! Good!
Rebellious dead rise never till the wood
Of Birnan rise, and our high-placed Macbeth
Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath
To time and mortal custom......
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A great afternoon today on Dunsinane Hill, allegedly the castle of Macbeth, where carrying branches from Birnam hill as camouflage, Malcolm and Macduff finally killed him. There was neither murder, armies, battles nor demonic word-play to grapple with today, merely icy cold winds. Boris and Norris were in their element, enjoying the space to run and plenty of wet mud to slosh about in, and the battlements of an iron-age fort to scale.
Wonderful views from the top as well (despite the fact that it was so gloomy and overcast). The Tay rail bridge at Dundee is obvious, with the road bridge just visible in the background.