Dunfermline was his craggy wild fortress.
From here he arose to invade down over the Border.
With fierce warriors.
At York they put the Norman garrison to the sword. Yet when a counter-attack ensued, the Danes legged it back to their ships.
So it was up to the Scottish King to step up.
He did so and with a large force...
Defeated the English at Hunderskelde on the River Derwent.
He then ravaged Durham savagely.
Parts of North and West Yorkshire were brutalised too.
Not pretty, for instance...
Crowds fleeing and hiding in Churches were torched to a crisp.
Such was life in 11th Century Scotland.
Yet for all that,
Dunfermline's tough King loved the English.
For example early on he spent fifteen years at the court of Edward the Confessor in England.
His wife was English...
Margaret had quite the impact on Malcolm Canmore.
At Royal Court in Dunfermline Malcolm welcomed English asylum seekers. Those fleeing the wrath of William the Conquerer's reprisals.
William was famously brutal too...
The whole of Humber to the Tee was completely laid waste by him at one point. His wholesale butchery killed almost every soul.
Those who escaped knew where to go.
A land of liberty up North.
So they fled to seek refuge of King Malcolm III and his wise Saxon Queen.
And they got it.
Grateful for acceptance they assimilated (and you'd never ken which was which to this day).
Kind of makes you realise.
We Scots are a funny mix after all... like everyone else.
Scots. Picts. English. Viking. French. Irish and more ;)
A dash of this. A dab of that.
Yet at the end of the day...
Just like the Cities they are born in.
What do we want to be like?
After all it's beautiful here...
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