Happy birthday, Sandy! (I feel we know each other well enough for me to use your familiar name now. At least, I know you well enough.)
Today, I was in Edinburgh for a course at the Scottish Storytelling Centre. (I am looking for tips to make my book-launch the most memorable event it can possibly be!) While in a decidedly chilly Edinburgh, I managed to fit in a brisk walk up the road to Roxburgh Place, where I stood solemnly, looking decidedly suspicious, peering through the windows of a financial services agency to see if there were ANY interior reminders of the building's original Episcopal church status. I think there was an arched church-type window at the far back, but the whole floor was divided up into office spaces, so it was hard to tell. One or two snowflakes fell as I stood there, and I didn't hang around too long!
So, THIS was where Alexander Campbell was organist! I stood on flagstones that he probably trod every Sunday. This is my kind of history. I took photos, obviously. What I didn't realise until I got home this evening was that today is actually his birthday - he was born in Perthshire, 22 February, 1764. Call me a sloppy sentimentalist, but I think it's a lovely coincidence that I found his church today of all days.