July 23rd 1633 |
Walking the walk across the TayYou can do it, Peter! The event was watched, from the North Inch, by a large and enthusiastic crowd. Peter himself walked to the water’s edge with every confidence but then demanded that sawdust be spread upon the water to prevent it from dazzling his eyes and thereby shaking his faith. This was done and Peter set off on his journey to Bridgend. Unfortunately things did not go according to plan and the only support he received came from the bed of the river. He persevered until the water at last reached his chin, when, amidst the laughter of the crowd, he could be heard crying out, “Oh Lord, ye’ll surely no drown poor Peter Mackie in this way, gaun your ain errands.” As the Lord was not disposed to listen to this plea, Peter Mackie turned and made his way sorrowfully back to the North Inch. |