Happy New Year! As we step into the New Year, many in Scotland will be taking part in First-Footing — the tradition of being the first visitor over a friend’s or neighbour’s threshold after midnight, bringing good luck for the year ahead and a wee gift like shortbread or whisky (traditionally it would’ve been a gift like coal for the fire).
Why not keep the First-Footing fun going by dropping into Legends Coffee House? You’re more than welcome to make us part of your New Year rounds — and don’t worry, there’s absolutely no need to bring coal (for the sake of the team… please don’t ahah!). In that same spirit, we’re delighted to welcome both returning regulars and brand-new faces this January.
This year we’re exploring a new series at Legends celebrating the people who have helped shape Stirling’s character — our Local Legends. Each month, we’ll spotlight a person, story, myth, or legend that has influenced Stirling and our community.
And since it’s January — and we’re talking about legends — it only feels right to begin with none other than Scottish poet and lyricist Robert Burns (1759-1796).
Local Legend: Robert Burns — The People’s Poet
Every January, as Burns Night suppers are prepared across Scotland, we’re reminded that Robert Burns was more than a literary icon — he was a voice for ordinary people and everyday life. Though Burns travelled widely, his journeys through the central belt, including Stirlingshire, left a lasting impression. In 1787 he climbed the ramparts of Stirling Castle, reflecting on Scotland’s past glories and present struggles, and penned what later became known as the Stirling Lines. Burns later tried to erase them, but Stirling did not forget. When the city was granted its status on 12 March 2002, the verses were carved into slate at the entrance of the Stirling Smith Art Gallery and Museum — a permanent reminder of the bard’s complicated affection for the town.
Here Stewarts once in triumph reign’d,
And laws for Scotland’s weal ordain’d;
But now unroof’d their Palace stands,
Their sceptre’s fall’n to other hands;
Fallen indeed, and to the earth,
Whence grovelling reptiles take their birth.
The injur’d STEWART-line are gone,
A Race outlandish fill their throne;
An idiot race, to honor lost;
Who know them best despise them most.
So in 2026, whose words will capture Stirling’s spirit next? Perhaps yours.
Upcoming Events
📚 Writing Workshop with Dr Catriona Scott | Tuesday 20th, 6:30–8:00pm
Begin the year by setting your writing intentions and discovering your creative voice.
🎤 Talk: Assassins, Decisions and Departure — New Evidence for Bonnie Prince Charlie
Speaker: Cat Bradley (Bannockburn House)
Thursday 29th January, 7:00–8:00pm
🎨 Paint and Unwind with Fiona McKenzie
Friday 20th February, 7:00–9:30pm
A relaxed evening of creativity with a local artist.
🌿 Talk: Plans and Potions to Promote Wellness
Speaker: Dorothy Warren (Foragie Faier)
Thursday 26th February, 7:00–8:00pm
Legends at the Monument is open daily 10am – 4:30pm.
Please check our website and socials for expected closures and updates.
