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- Lucas: So, Luna, we've covered kings, battles, clearances, witch hunts — the big, sweeping dramas of Scottish history. But today I want to talk about something a little more peculiar. Something that happens every August in a small town on the Firth of Forth. Luna: Ooh, I like peculiar. What is it? Lucas: It's called the Burryman. And it's exactly as strange as it sounds. For centuries, on the second Friday of August, a local man volunteers to be completely covered in burrs — you know, those prickly seed pods from burdock plants — until he looks like a walking hedge. Then he parades through the streets of South Queensferry for eight to nine hours, carrying a staff in each hand, his face hidden except for two slits in the burr helmet. Luna: Wait, covered in burrs? Like, stuck to his clothes? Lucas: Not just stuck to his clothes — they're stuck to his skin. The suit is built by layering burrs over a woollen undergarment, and the whole thing can weigh over sixty pounds. The only exposed skin is his eyes, which are protected by a little window he peers through. It sounds like medieval torture, but the man volunteers for it, and it's considered a great honour in the town. Luna: That's wild. But why? What's the origin of this? Lucas: That's the million-dollar question. And it's one of those things where the evidence is thin, but the theories are thick. The first written record we have of the Burryman is from 1887, in a local newspaper article. But the tradition itself is almost certainly much older. Folklorists like David MacRitchie, writing around the turn of the twentieth century, connected it to ancient fertility rituals that were common across Europe. Luna: Fertility rituals? Like, for crops? Lucas: Exactly. MacRitchie pointed out that similar figures appear in other cultures — the 'Green Man' of England, the 'Jack-in-the-Green' of May Day celebrations, even the 'Straw Bear' of Whittlesey. These are all costumed figures made from plants or straw, parading through villages to bring good luck and a bountiful harvest. The Burryman fits that pattern perfectly. Luna: So he's like Scotland's Green Man. Lucas: In many ways, yes. But the Burryman has a bit of a twist. Unlike the Green Man, he's not especially jolly. He walks in silence, with a slow, deliberate step, and the crowd is expected to be respectful. It's not a raucous festival — it's more like a solemn procession. And he's always preceded by a masked 'Devil' character and a man carrying a pole with a red, white, and blue garland, which some see as a symbol of the British Empire. Luna: A devil? That adds a whole other layer. Is he supposed to be chasing the devil away? Lucas: That's one theory. The devil figure, along with the garland bearer, might represent the struggle between good and evil, or between the pagan and the Christian. But there's another legend altogether. According to local tradition, the Burryman began after a shipwreck in the Firth of Forth around the 1500s. A sailor washed ashore, and the villagers, thinking he was some kind of sea creature covered in barnacles and seaweed, paraded him through the streets as a spectacle. Luna: So he's a survivor of a shipwreck? That's a very different story. Lucas: It is. And that tale has been passed down orally for generations. But the fertility rite theory is more widely accepted by historians, partly because it fits so neatly with the calendar — the Burryman appears at the height of summer, just before the harvest begins. And burrs themselves are interesting: they're tenacious, they cling to anything, and they're seeds. So walking through town covered in seed-bearing plants is a pretty clear symbolic act of scattering fertility. Luna: Hmm, that makes sense. But there's literally no recorded evidence before the 1800s, right? So how do we know it's ancient? Lucas: We don't, for sure. That's the honest answer. But the weight of comparison — similar customs across northern Europe, the lack of a known origin story, the sense that it's 'just always been here' — points to deep roots. And there's a clue in the name itself: 'Burry' could come from the burrs, but it might also be a corruption of 'Bury,' as in the burying of a god or spirit, or even from the old Scottish word 'burry,' meaning to push or shove. Luna: Interesting. So the name might not even be about the burrs. Lucas: Right. And when you start digging into the history of South Queensferry itself, things get even more layered. The town grew up around the ferry that carried pilgrims and royalty across the Forth to Dunfermline Abbey, where Saint Margaret and Robert the Bruce are buried. So it was a place of movement and crossing, which some folklorists think might have added a liminal quality to the ritual — a boundary between worlds. Luna: A boundary between worlds. I like that. It makes the Burryman feel almost like a guardian of the crossing. Lucas: Absolutely. And that sense of guardianship is still alive today. The Burryman is chosen from the local men — it's always a man, though there's been talk of including women — and he's usually someone who's been involved in the community, often a member of the local rugby club or the Merchant Navy. He takes a vow to keep the tradition, and the suit is built fresh each year by a dedicated team. Luna: So he's not just a random guy. He's a respected member of the town. Lucas: Exactly. And the building of the suit is a ritual in itself. On the day before the procession, the chosen man sits for hours while friends and family press burrs onto his body — sometimes over two hundred thousand of them. They're not glued; they're just stuck to the wool and to his skin. The process is painful, and the finished suit is so heavy and so prickly that he can't bend his arms or legs properly. He has to walk with a kind of stiff-legged shuffle, and he's supported by two attendants who help him stay upright and keep the route clear. Luna: That sounds claustrophobic. And what about the heat? It's August, right? Lucas: Oh, it's brutal. The burr suit is like wearing a fur coat in a heatwave. The men who do it talk about the sweat streaming down inside, and the little openings for his eyes are the only air you get. There's a real physical endurance to it, which is part of why it's seen as such a commitment. And throughout the day, he's given whisky to drink — through a straw, because he can't lift his hands to his mouth. So there's a certain blurry edge to the whole thing by the end. Luna: Whisky through a straw, in a burr suit, in August. That's a true test of character. Lucas: It really is. And you know, it's that kind of shared ordeal that binds a community together. The Burryman isn't just a spectacle for tourists — though there are plenty of those — it's a day when the whole town turns out. Shopkeepers close their doors, children line the streets, and the Burryman visits every pub and every house that will have him, bringing a bit of luck to each doorstep. Luna: He visits houses? Like a trick or treat thing? Lucas: Sort of, but without the candy. Traditionally, he stops at each house along the High Street, and the residents come out to greet him, maybe offer him a drink, and he touches their door with his staves — the two long poles he carries. That touch is believed to bring prosperity and protection. So the Burryman is not just a passive figure; he's actively blessing the town. Luna: That's beautiful, actually. It's like a pagan blessing, right out in the open. Lucas: And that's exactly why the church was never too fond of it. There are records of ministers in the 1800s preaching against the Burryman, calling it a superstitious relic of popery and paganism. But the townsfolk kept doing it anyway. And that persistence is a theme you see all over Scotland — the way older, earthier customs survive beneath the veneer of official culture. Luna: Yeah, like how the Scots kept their folk healers even after the kirk banned them. Lucas: Exactly. And that's part of what makes traditions like this so valuable to historians. They're not just quaint curiosities; they're living evidence of how ordinary people understood their world. The Burryman, for all his strangeness, tells us something about the fears and hopes of a community that lived on the edge of the sea, relying on the harvest and the ferry for their livelihood. He's a protector, a conduit of luck, and a symbol of continuity. Luna: And he's still going today, right? It's not a lost tradition. Lucas: It's very much alive. In fact, the Burryman is one of the few such customs in Britain that has been held continuously — or at least nearly so — for over a century. There were a couple of gaps, like during the World Wars, but the townspeople revived it each time. And in 2003, it was the subject of a famous photograph by the artist Keith Arnatt, which brought it international attention. Today, it's a source of local pride, and there's even a Burryman sculpture in the town. Luna: A sculpture? Where? Lucas: There's a bronze statue of the Burryman standing near the ferry terminal, with the Forth bridges in the background. It's a permanent reminder of the tradition, and it was unveiled in 2014 as part of the town's regeneration. So the Burryman has gone from a pagan vestige to a civic symbol — a mascot for South Queensferry itself. Luna: I love that. It's like the town's own guardian saint, but covered in thistles instead of halos. Lucas: Ha, exactly. And you know, that reminds me of something. We've talked on this show about how communities often invest in shared rituals to create a sense of belonging — whether it's a Highland gathering or a street parade. And there's a real cost to keeping these things going. It takes time, money, and an awful lot of burrs. Luna: Burrs are free, though. They just grow on the roadside. Lucas: True, but collecting them takes hours. And the suit, the whisky, the banners — it all adds up. It's the kind of thing that only survives if people care enough to keep it alive. And that's something we've seen across all the stories we've told, from the Stone of Scone to the Declaration of Arbroath. History isn't just in the books; it's in the living, breathing traditions that people choose to uphold. Luna: And that's what listener support helps us do too, right? Keep these stories alive. Lucas: It really does. This show is ad-free because of listeners who chip in a little something at buy me a coffee dot com slash fexingo. That support keeps us going episode after episode, uncovering the odd corners of Scottish history — like a man in a burr suit walking through a small town. Luna: Yeah, I think that's a good reason to support. We get to bring you things you won't hear anywhere else. Lucas: And speaking of things you won't hear anywhere else, did you know that the Burryman is actually mentioned in no less than four different historical accounts before 1900? We have the 1887 newspaper article, but there's also a mention in the Ordnance Survey Name Book of 1853, where the surveyor notes the 'Burryman' as a local curiosity. Luna: Oh, so there is earlier evidence. That's more than I thought. Lucas: That's right. The Name Book is fascinating because it's a record made by the Ordnance Survey, the people who mapped Scotland in the 1800s. They noted down local names and customs, and there, in the entry for Queensferry, it says: 'A man dressed in a suit of burrs parades the streets annually.' So we know it was well established by the mid-1800s. Luna: So the 1887 article wasn't the first record after all. That's a good lesson in digging deeper. Lucas: Exactly. And there's even a possible reference in the 1791 Statistical Account of Scotland, which was a county-by-county survey of the country, but it's a bit tenuous. It mentions a 'Burr-man' in the parish of Dalmeny, which is nearby. So the tradition might stretch back at least to the late 1700s. Luna: So we're looking at maybe two and a half centuries of recorded history, but probably much older practice. Lucas: Precisely. And that's the thing with oral traditions — they can fade from written record and then reappear. The Burryman is a reminder that history is not just what's written down, but what's remembered and acted out. There's a kind of memory in the body, in the ritual itself. Luna: That's a beautiful way to put it. So, what's the future of the Burryman? Is it likely to continue? Lucas: As long as there are volunteers, yes. And there's no shortage — the town has a waiting list. But there are challenges. The costume is physically demanding, and it's getting harder to find burrs in the wild because of changes in land management. Some years, they have to travel quite far to collect enough. So the tradition may evolve — maybe they'll use artificial burrs at some point, who knows. But the heart of it — the community coming together, the blessing of the town — that's timeless. Luna: I hope it never disappears. It's such a unique piece of Scotland. Lucas: I think it'll be around for a long time. Because at its core, the Burryman is about identity — about a town saying, 'This is who we are, and we've been this for centuries.' And that's a powerful thing, in a country that's always fighting to keep its own identity alive. From the Stone of Scone to the Burryman, it's all part of the same story. Luna: And what a story it is. Thanks for bringing it to us, Lucas. Lucas: Thanks for listening, Luna. And to everyone out there, if you're ever in South Queensferry on the second Friday of August, look for the hedge walking down the street. Give him a nod — he's earned it.