The tune is credited to Jessie Seymour Irvine 1836 -- 1883. She was the daughter of a parish minister who served at Dunottar, Peterhead, and Crimond--the--Town. It is this place which she named the tune after . I'm sure you'll all recognise it however as the tune from the 23rd psalm.

The Lord's My Shepherd, I'll Not Want. Tune: Crimond, Improv. This hymn was sung at the late Princess Diana's 10th year Memorial Service on August 31, 2007, a beautiful soothing hymn. A special hymn to me since I was the Organit at the Episcopal Church of the Good Shepherd for many years.

banger team meeting at Crimond

banger racing pics (fresh and wrecks) from Crimond sunday 22/7/07

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very long lol

(Crimond 86.86) Melody by Jessie Seymour Irvine 1836-87 arr. David Grant 1833-93

Steel Guitar Instrumental

banger racing follow in by 76 ryan scott

various clips

unlimited bangers, road going saloons, 2 litre saloons, stockcarts

My nephew graham racing his mini at Crimond, Aberdeenshire, Scotland

stock car crashes

great piece palyed well and balanced, some nice high stuff too, april 2008

A short video from the meeting on the 24th August 08 of Banger Heat 3.

Video taken by me at Crimond.

it is tidy

an ok vid

Stock Car Racing at Crimond

banger crazy

Ladies bangers at Crimond - MSGRAPHISTOX Crimond sat 22nd and sun 23rd july 2007 - Munster meet

racewall crimond crashes

stock cars at crimond

snapped car from Crimond team meeting 27th july 2008

I first heard this haunting song sung by Judy Collins,from her album "Whales and Nightingales". The song was written by George Scroggie in the 1850's. The lyrics are as follows: Farewell to Tarwathie, adieu Mormond Hill And the dear land of Crimond, I bid you farewell I'm bound out for Greenland and ready to sail In hopes to find riches in hunting the whale Farewell to my comrades, for a while we must part And likewise the dear lass who first won my heart The cold coast of Greenland my love will not chill And the longer my absence, more loving she'll feel Our ship is well rigged and she's ready to sail The crew they are anxious to follow the whale Where the icebergs do fall and the stormy winds blow Where the land and the ocean is covered with snow The cold coast of Greenland is barren and bare No seed-time nor harvest is ever known there And the birds here sing sweetly in mountain and dale But there's no bird in Greenland to sing to the whale There is no habitation for a man to live there And the king of that country is the fierce Greenland bear And there'll be no temptation to tarry long there With our ship bumper full we will homeward repair Repeat 1