The Old Kirk (again)

14 September 2011 00:02

Despite the fact that we were being blasted to bits on the tower parapet we both managed to take quite a few photos. I like old graveyards and it was interesting to see this one from above. You can see that there is quite a lot of space given to each lair. I think some of the gravestones have disappeared over the years but even so when you compare it with the graveyard at the Bronte Parsonage in Haworth which is absolutely crammed with graves it’s easy to see how they got into trouble there.

You can just see what was the original manse at the top left of the photo. They have a huge garden and typically it’s all just grass. Why is it that non-gardeners always get the biggest gardens? It’s one of those ‘sod’s law’ things!

The graveyard from the tower

This cute wee turrety building is in the grounds of the church. I don’t know what it’s used for now – if anything, but I think originally it must have been inhabited by whoever looked after the church and graveyard or maybe the session clerk. As you can see, it’s quite a long way down from that tower.

Across from the house you can see a hideous cream coloured building which was built some time in the 20th century. It replaced the school and house where Thomas Carlyle lived and taught for a couple of years.

Turrety house

And this is another one of the memorial stained glass windows. Photos don’t really show up how beautiful they are.

Stained glass window (east)

This is the Old Kirk from the bottom of Kirk Wynd and the turrety building, you can see the parapet which I took the photos from.

Kirk Wynd

Balmerino, Fife, Scotland

26 August 2011 23:24

I was about 20 or 25 years behind everybody else where reading Rosamunde Pilcher is concerned as it was only last year when I got around to reading anything by her. If you’ve read her book September you might remember that the story is set in Scotland and the main characters are Lord and Lady Balmerino. At the time I thought that it was a made up name but since Duncan (eldest son) moved to Dundee we’ve been driving past a road sign which points the way to Balmerino Abbey and last Saturday we got around to visiting it. The photo below is the view on the way to the abbey.

Balmerino from the road above

It actually looks far more beautiful in real life, there aren’t many parts of Fife which are very scenic but this area in the north of Fife is not bad.

I loved this gateway, it’s all dry stone walling, no mortar involved and this is one of the best I’ve ever seen.

Balmerino farmhouse gate

This Spanish chestnut tree is in the grounds of the ruined Balmerino Abbey. It has been tested and apparently it’s between 400 and 435 years old. You can see that some of the branches are being supported by massive metal poles, in the same way that the Birnam oaks are.

Spanish chestnut tree

On the left of this photo is part of the chapter house of the abbey and the huge cross is where the original altar was. Ermengarde de Beaumont founded the abbey and she is buried in front of the cross.

Chapter house  at Balmerino

If you’re in the area it’s definitely worth a visit, Balmerino itself is very small but in a lovely setting by the banks of the Tay. It’s very remote though and you have to get into a car for the necessities of life as there are no shops, it would be about an eight mile round trip to buy a newspaper!

The Cutty Sark Sailing Ship

17 March 2011 23:50

The Cutty Sark was in the news recently again, this time it was good news, something which seems to be thin on the ground at the moment. The refurbishment is going well and people will be able to visit her before much longer, they were lucky that a lot of her timbers were away for conservation at the time of the fire.

The ship went up in flames a couple of years ago at Greenwich, it was thought then that it was set on fire deliberately but the investigators discovered that someone had left an industrial vacuum cleaner switched on over the whole weekend and, surprise surprise, it caught fire! The fact that the 2 night-watchmen were asleep meant that by the time a passer-by discovered the fire the whole ship was ablaze.

Prince Philip was instrumental in getting the Cutty Sark to Greenwich. I think he should have made sure that she was returned to her place of birth at Dumbarton, the River Leven in fact, not the River Clyde as all the news reports stated.

It would have been great to have her at Dumbarton, she would have been a wonderful attraction for tourists who go to that beautiful area only to discover that there’s nothing for them to do there.

Song of the Clyde cover

It would have been a fantastic opportunity for the youngsters too as there would have been jobs and training schemes for those involved with it. I like to think that she would have been looked after better at Dumbarton, well they didn’t make a very good job of it at Greenwich.

As ever, it seems that all good things have to go to the London area, as if tourists never go anywhere else in Britain.

If you’re interested in the history of Clyde and River Leven shipbuilding then you might like this book which has lots of photos and information on the many shipyards on the rivers.

Some Scottish Social History

28 February 2011 14:31

Rebecca Reads has been reading Round About a Pound a Week by Maude Pember Reeves and I’m hoping that I can get it through my library because it sounds like a fascinating read for anyone interested in social history, you can read her very interesting post on it here.

I think that if you’re born in Glasgow, as I was at the back end of the 1950s, then you grow up with the knowledge that it was the most deprived area in the whole of western Europe, possibly it still is. In the 1960s there were over 3 million people living in the city and the population of the whole of Scotland was 5 million.

Earlier in the century the young people from the Highlands went there for work as did a large part of the population of Ireland, so it just wasn’t possible to cope with the numbers. Even before all that happened the housing stock was very poor with large families having to live in one room. The lucky ones had a sink and running water in it, otherwise they had to share a sink on the communal stair landing and the toilet was outside around the back and shared by who knew how many people. It’s no wonder that disease was rife.

Things didn’t get any better over the years what with the depression and then World War II when so many buildings were bombed. My own great-grandmother was killed by a Nazi bomb and she had been widowed early in life and brought up her 4 wee girls on her own with no help from anyone. In fact she was excommunicated from the Roman Catholic church for refusing to give a priest money for the poor, she wondered who could have been poorer than her. She had already given him money twice that week and his breath smelled of whisky!!

My mother’s friend moved from Ireland to a town outside Glasgow in the 1950s and she was already married with 4 children. She and her family had to share one room with another Irish couple who also had 4 children. By the time that one family got a room all to themselves the women had both had 2 more kids each! How they managed that I don’t know, there certainly couldn’t have been any privacy. Those hovels were pulled down in the late 1960s. Mrs. M eventually had 10 kids which was regarded as a normal sized family, I knew one woman with 17 children.

Thankfully those days are gone and although it’s practically impossible for people to get a council house nowadays, thanks to Maggie Thatcher who allowed most of them to be sold off, people who are unemployed don’t have to worry about rent because it is paid for them, even if they have a private landlord.

Anyway, back to Rebecca’s post. Around about a pound a week was apparently what many families in 1910 were having to survive on, and it equates to £75 today. The money had to cover food, clothing, rent, in fact everything. Some people have commented that unemployment benefit nowadays is only £65 per week but I think that that is being a bit unfair to the poverty stricken people of 1910. Nowadays you would have to add in the cost of your housing as you will get your rent paid. People with children also receive child benefit and a large amount of money each year per child for school uniforms.

In fact if you are a lone parent and you are unemployed nowadays then you are actually better off than many families with working parents. When my children were small it was a big shock to my single parent friend when she realised that although my husband had a good job in a supposedly decently paid profession, her benefits amounted to more than his earnings.

I never thought that I would ever agree with a Tory government but I have to say that I agree with them completely when they say that no family with working parent(s) should be worse off than a family on benefits.

Prince William and Catherine at St Andrews

16 February 2011 00:20

It’s well known that William Wales and Catherine Middleton met each other when they were both students at the University of St Andrews and they were able to get on with their lives without intrusions so as a sort of thank you to the town they will be visiting on Friday 25th February.

This also happens to be the 600th Anniversary of the university and the Prince will be launching the celebrations. The town is abuzz with excitement!

Robert Burns

25 January 2011 00:01

A new BBC Robert Burns website has just been put up and it includes videos of actors reciting the poems.

Although it’s a long time since I went out to a real Burns Supper we always have the traditional haggis, neeps and tatties on the 25th of January, the anniversary of Robert Burns‘s birth. We’re having vegetarian haggis this year as it’s my favourite. It really tastes very similar to the traditional kind because the same spices are used but instead of being made with a lot of unappetising bits of a sheep’s inside it’s made with pulses, oatmeal and kidney beans and such so there’s no danger of feeling squeamish.

Apart from writing poetry Robert Burns also collected a lot of traditional tunes and wrote words for them, saving lots of music which would otherwise have been lost in the mists of time. This is one of the tunes which he saved and wrote words for.

It’s sung here by Kenneth McKellar who died recently. There doesn’t seem to be a video of him singing it, it was his wife’s favourite song and after she died he didn’t sing it again. He had a lovely voice but he always looked like he came straight off a shortbread tin – kilt, velvet jacket, lacy stock (cravat) and all. He was a one man Scottish cliche and that wasn’t always too popular with fellow Scots. Anyway, it’s a lovely song, have a listen to it if you have time and you’re not averse to a bit of romance now and again!

A Red, Red Rose written in 1794

O, My luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June.
O, my luve’s like the melodie,
That’s sweetly played in tune.

As fair thou art, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I,
And I will luve thee still, my Dear
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun!
O, I will luve thee still, my Dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare the weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!

Winter Solstice

21 December 2010 00:09

No, this blogpost isn’t about the Rosamunde Pilcher book of that name which I still haven’t bought. It is the Winter Solstice today, that is the shortest day of the year, and really I always think that we should be celebrating the event instead of waiting another few days and celebrating Christmas. But if you have kids you have to stick with the Santa Claus stuff. We did tell our kids that Santa was dead now and people just pretended. Honestly it didn’t do them any harm and they enjoyed their Christmas just as much, but I did get nasty looks from other mums at the nursery. Silly them!

In good old Pagan Celtic times this was our winter festival, something to look forward to. Anyway the 21st of December always cheers me up because I hate the dark days of winter, when it begins to get dark at 3 o’clock in the afternoon and it’s dark by 4 o’clock.

After the solstice the daylight begins to get a teeny wee bit longer day by day and even although the worst of the winter weather is probably still ahead of us, (but surely not this year) I’m always able to look forward to the lighter, longer days.

This year the solstice is extra special because there is also a lunar eclipse which you can read about here.

Happy Winter Solstice!

Scottish Hallowe’en

31 October 2010 22:59

In recent years Halloween has become very popular in parts of Britain where it had been completely unknown before, and by that I mean England. Unfortunately it is the American version of it featuring pumpkins, which are completely alien growths in Britain. Sadly, because there are now no Scottish owned supermarkets we aren’t even able to buy the big turnips which are a necessity for making the carved turnip lanterns which ward off evil spirits.

And here it is lit.

I had to make do with this small turnip and yes, I do know that in England this is what is called a swede, but as far as we are concerned there is nothing Scandinavian about it at all! Say no to pumpkins, unless you happen to be American. Seriously, I once carved a pumpkin and I couldn’t believe how horrible it smelled, just like sick. How could anyone possibly eat them, maybe that one was over-ripe. Are they supposed to smell of sick.

When I was a wee girl Hallowe’en was a really big thing and there were always school/Brownies/Scout parties where we dooked for apples and ate huge pancakes which had been spread with black treacle and strung up across the room. With hands behind your back and up on tiptoe to reach the pancakes, there was just no way you could eat them without getting your hair and face covered with treacle. We were all dressed up as witches, warlocks, ghosts or pirates too. Such fun!!

When we went out dressed like that it was called ‘guising’, obviously because you were in disguise. We were only allowed to visit the houses of friends or relatives and we had to sing a song or tell jokes, something to entertain the householders anyway. In return we would be given some fruit, nuts or sweets and sometimes a small amount of money.

There was none of this terrible chaos that seems to go on nowadays, especially in England, where they seem to have got the wrong end of the stick altogether.

Hallowe’en is the old pagan festival signifying the end of summertime, which it is literally as we’ve just moved the clocks back an hour and we’re now on Greenwich Mean Time.

Corbridge Roman Fort

13 September 2010 00:16

We visited Corbridge in Northumberland during the summer holidays. The Roman remains there are quite extensive although it’s thought that there is still a lot to be found underneath the surrounding fields.

The town which I was brought up in is situated just to the north of the Antonine Wall which was the wall which marked the farthest point of the Roman Empire. They might have managed to get a bit further north but I don’t think there is any proof of that. I’ve always found it really funny that the Romans managed to conquer just about everyone else but the folks of the Dumbarton area were just too much for them to cope with.

So visiting this Roman ruin was a real novelty for us and there is quite a lot to see inside as well as outside. There is an interesting museum on the site which houses a lot of the artefacts which have been dug up from there. It’s well worth going to see if you’re in Northumberland.

Hadrian’s Wall is another great place (thing). It was built by the Romans to stop the Scottish savages from being able to attack the Romans. The first time I went there on a school trip with the Latin/Classical Studies department I couldn’t get over how big the wall is. The Romans must have been very scared of us. I’ve always fancied walking the whole length of it, the whole breadth of the border, but life has somehow got in the way, maybe one day!

Charles Dickens in Berwick upon Tweed

8 August 2010 23:27

On the way back home from Northumberland we stopped off at Berwick upon Tweed. It’s a border town which is famous for being fought over by the English and Scottish. It has been in English hands for quite some time now but it continues to have the feel of a Scottish place. Architecturally it’s completely Scottish.

I don’t know if that’s a good thing because there’s nothing worse than grey stone for making a place look and feel really depressing. It was especially noticeable after visiting Newcastle and Durham which are both really vibrant towns and seem to be thriving despite the horrendous recession. I think possibly Berwick is just too close to those cities and everybody high tails it to the brighter lights for their shopping. There were lots of empty and very dilapidated looking shops.

But, in its glory days Charles Dickens did a reading at a hotel there. I’m wondering if there is a large town anywhere which he missed out!

The hotel looks very run down now. Painting grey stonework cream doesn’t really help, especially if it’s flaking off, but I’m sure it was a different matter in 1861.