Sad to read about the death of Neil Armstrong the first man to walk on the moon and an honorary burgess of Langholm.
Here's how Border TV covered his visit in 1972.
And how Liz Niven remembered his fit prints like, in Stravaigin
Stravaigin
Like fitprints
in peat bog,
we've left wir mark.
Even the moon cairries the stamp
o a Borders man.
Strang arms reach roon the globe
sing Auld Lang Syne,
The warld wears a kilt,
nane the waur forrit.
A warp an weft o trevellers.
Wha's like us?
Fit prints like?
Posted by MMac
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