Just the other side of the Edinburgh city bypass from where I stay is 'Burndale' - a small stream (burn) in a valley (dale). Except -
According to a local minister, about 140 years ago:
There was a farmhouse, on land belonging to the local 'Family' (in the 13th-14th century). And the 'laird's' daughter was having a passionate (!) affair with a monk from the abbey a couple of miles down the road, and her nurse, instead of caring for her charges moral welfare, was also bonking a monk. The two ladies would ride out from the 'house' to the farm to meet their amours, who would walk from the abbey, and convince the farmer (presumably with a little cash) that they should have use of the house. One night, the young lady's father followed her, and was so horrified by what he saw throuh the window that he set fire to the farmhouse, killing all 4 inside. The farmhouse was rebuilt, but became known as 'Burnt Dole' (burnt offering), until the Victorians sanitised it as 'Burndale'.
Well, if it ain't true, it should be!
According to a local minister, about 140 years ago:
There was a farmhouse, on land belonging to the local 'Family' (in the 13th-14th century). And the 'laird's' daughter was having a passionate (!) affair with a monk from the abbey a couple of miles down the road, and her nurse, instead of caring for her charges moral welfare, was also bonking a monk. The two ladies would ride out from the 'house' to the farm to meet their amours, who would walk from the abbey, and convince the farmer (presumably with a little cash) that they should have use of the house. One night, the young lady's father followed her, and was so horrified by what he saw throuh the window that he set fire to the farmhouse, killing all 4 inside. The farmhouse was rebuilt, but became known as 'Burnt Dole' (burnt offering), until the Victorians sanitised it as 'Burndale'.
Well, if it ain't true, it should be!