Robert Burns and The Eglinton Estate - Irvine and The Drukken Steps - Higgin's House and The Toll Road - Views of The Higgin's House Site in 2009

Views of The Higgin's House Site in 2009

  • The ruins of Higgin's House on the old Toll Road near the Drukken steps

  • Higgin's House ruins, an old cottage once visited by Robert Burns and Richard Brown

  • The old Toll road running passed the Higgin's House ruins

  • Drifts of Snowdrops and other plants show the antiquity of these woods

The Higgin's House section of the road is the only unaltered section where a visitor can literally walk in the footsteps of Burns and Richard Brown; the ancient and unspoiled nature of Higgin's House is highlighted by the swathes of snowdrops, bluebells, dog's mercury, pignut and other indicator plants of old woodland surrounding the site, plants not commonly found elsewhere in Irvine in such numbers and together in one place. Nettles and elder at Higgins are reliable indicators of past human occupation. The plaque on the commemorative cairn confirms that it was along this old road that Robert Burns and Richard Brown made their way through the woods of Eglinton.

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