Our resident poet, Fiona Taylor, provides us with these delightful verses following our trip up the tower:


Onward Christian bellringers


Onward Christian bellringers

Climbing up the tower

 Past the massive brooding bells

 Silenced for an hour;

 In these dark surroundings

 Clad in oldest clothes

 Why on earth we’re doing this

 Goodness only knows.



Up the dusty ladders

 Faithfully we plod

 Treading in the footsteps

 Captain Edgar trod;

 Crawling on the catwalk

 Cobwebs in your face

 With a helping hand from John

 Through the trapdoor space.


 Looking out on Peebles

 All seems very neat

 Tweed Green, bridge and river

 And our own High Street;

 Glory Hallelujah

 What an awesome sight

 Thanks to those who helped us

 Brave the dizzy height.


 Fiona Taylor


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