How DNA led me to Robert the Bruce and an understanding of true freedom
I grew up just outside of Stirling, the longtime home of Scotland’s royal family before they shut-up-shop and took up a more lucrative gig in London. Its castle stands in the shadow of the Ochil Hills and the more distant Highland peaks. Bannockburn, Stirling Bridge, the Wallace monument and many other pivotal Scottish moments happened within earshot; even the early Scottish colony of Nova Scotia was ‘founded’ by the 1st Earl at the castle across the road from my elementary school.
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