In
Muirhead's Scotland, a delightful little guidebook first
published in 1927, Kilmarnock is described as '
a manufacturing town
of importance, with factories for carpets, shawls, boots, and
engineering works,' and '
few attractions for the tourist beyond
its association with Robert Burns.' Today, much of that industry
is gone, and apart from the Burns Monument there remains very little for
tourists. But that's okay, because if you consider the other end of the
spectrum - Edinburgh, for example - where there are that many tourist
attractions that the streets are clogged up with folk and the
business of being a visitor becomes at times a fraught and tedious
process, then perhaps not having much for tourists is something
desirable. There can be no doubt that it is nice to occasionally turn
one's back on popular destinations and seek out some place less hectic,
some place where the people are real, where the sun does not always
shine, and where the citizens walk the byways wearing woollen pancakes
on their heads. And that's where Kilmarnock comes in. For the town
is so well associated with
large floppy hats for men that
its name is in the dictionary, and
few towns can boast such
a thing. So, let's be off to where
Robert Burns first
appeared in print, to toast yon Johnnie
Walker,
and see
if we can't track down the bard's
draught-board.