Tuesday, 8 September 2026

Skulferatu #156 - Cat Nick, Salisbury Crags, Holyrood Park, Edinburgh


My walk today took me through Holyrood Park and up Queens Drive with Salisbury Crags towering over me.  As I walked round, I passed a steep path up the hill that leads to the upper road, Radical Road, and to a split in the cliff face there.  This is known as the Cat Nick or Cat Nick Chasm.  The path and the gap in the cliff face used to be a favourite spot for people to walk and then climb up on to Salisbury Crags.  It was said that many of the leading lights in philosophy, poetry, and the Enlightenment, had climbed this, almost as a mark of passage into the intellectual elite.

 

A view up over some trees to a cliff sitting atop a steep hill.  There is a break in the cliff face - the Cat Nick.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project. 
A view of Salisbury Crags and the Cat Nick

 

A view up a steep hill to a cliff sitting atop it.  There is a break in the cliff face - the Cat Nick.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project. 
A view of Salisbury Crags and the Cat Nick

 

In 1854 the path up to the Cat Nick saw a young man who would go on to be a leading light in world medicine almost come to a sticky end.  Joseph Lister had been persuaded by his friend John Beddoe to walk up this dangerous and steep path.  It would appear that Lister wasn’t too keen on the idea, but after being told by Beddoe how all the great thinkers of the day had done this, he decided to go along with his friend.  About halfway up Lister’s vertigo got the better of him and he told Beddoe that he could go no further and would have to go back down. Beddoe agreed that this may be the best course of action, but as he turned to go down, he slipped and knocked out a boulder that crashed down the hillside catching Lister on the thigh.  Lister was left in agony and Beddoe raced off to get help fearing that his friend’s leg was broken.  Luckily, after being taken down from the hill and carried to the Royal Infirmary, it was found that he had suffered nothing more than severe bruising.  Many years later when Lister had become world famous for his work in using antiseptics to prevent infection in wounds, Beddoe reflected on how close he had come to death that day and on the devastating effect this would have had on the millions of people who would be helped by his discoveries.

 

A view up a steep hill covered in the yellow blossoming bushes of gorse to a cliff sitting atop it.  There is a break in the cliff face - the Cat Nick.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project. 
A view of Salisbury Crags and the Cat Nick

 

A view over a steep gap looking out over the city of Edinburgh.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project. 
View from the Cat Nick

 

A view over a steep gap looking out over the city of Edinburgh.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project. 
View from the Cat Nick

 

A view over a steep gap looking out over the city of Edinburgh.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project. 
View from the Cat Nick

 

A view looking out over the city of Edinburgh.  In the distance is Edinburgh Castle.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project. 
View from the Cat Nick

 

There is also a much darker tale connected to this spot and to tell it we will first have to travel back in time to Eighteenth Century Ayrshire and an Excise Officer called Mungo Campbell.  Mungo was a man of good education who had joined the Scots Greys, a cavalry regiment in the British Army.  During his time in the army, he saw much action and fought against the Jacobites during the rebellion of 1745.  After the Battle of Culloden and the crushing of the rebellion, Campbell’s relative, Lord Loudoun, arranged for him to be appointed as an Excise Officer.  Campbell took up this post in carried out his duties at various towns and villages around Ayrshire.  Towards the end of his career Campbell’s health was in decline due to lung disease and he was transferred to Saltcoats, which was considered to be one of the easiest areas in Scotland for an Excise Man.  There he married and settled down, leading a relatively quiet life.  In Saltcoats he appeared to be quite a popular figure and was considered to be generous and fair, though he did like a drink and was a bit of a potty mouth with a penchant for blue language.  He was also the sort of man who was very proud and would stand his ground on any point he believed in and would hold a grudge if anyone wronged him.

 

Campbell was a man who liked to fish and to hunt.  He had licences to do so on the lands around him, with one exception, the land owned by Alexander Montgomerie, the Earl of Eglinton.  The Earl was extremely strict about who could shoot or fish on his land and very rarely granted licences to anyone.  For many years this was not an issue to Campbell until one day in October 1769.  On that day he went out in with two of his colleagues to search the local coastline for any smuggled goods hidden in the sands awaiting collection.  Campbell, being the lead Excise man carried his gun with him in case they met with any violence when trying to seize illicit goods.  They found none and, on their way back to Saltcoats, they cut up from the beach and through Lord Eglinton’s land.  As they walked through his estate a hare suddenly ran out from a nearby bush and Campbell’s hunting instincts kicked in and without thinking, he took aim and shot it.  The shot was heard by Lord Eglinton who immediately demanded that one of his servants go to see what was going on.  The servant sent to investigate, Alexander Bartleymore, was someone who’d had a run in with Campbell, as he had been caught transporting kegs of smuggled rum.  The rum had been seized and destroyed by Campbell and his men.  Since then, Bartleymore had held a grudge against Campbell, so on seeing he had shot a hare on Lord Eglington’s land he demanded that Campbell come with him and explain himself to the Earl.  Campbell obliged and accompanied him back to Lord Eglinton’s house.  There, the Earl raged at Campbell for shooting on his land but eventually accepted Campbell’s explanation and apologies.  Campbell then assured him that it would not happen again.

 

A few weeks later, on the 24 October 1769, Campbell set out with his colleague John Brown to inspect a few areas along the coastline where they suspected that smuggled goods were being hidden.  Again, they found nothing.  As they returned home, they walked along the beach that ran around the Earl of Eglinton’s land.  Bartleymore happened to see them and thinking he could cause some mischief, he immediately informed Lord Eglinton that Campbell was hunting on his land again.  The Earl, was in his carriage, having just left his home to travel to Fairlie when stopped by Bartleymore, he then left the carriage, took a horse and along with Bartleymore and four other servants, rode out to where Campbell and Brown were on the beach.  He called Campbell a scoundrel, demanded to know why he had been hunting on his land and ordered him to hand over his gun.  Campbell denied that he and Brown had been hunting, pointed out that they did not have a dog with them and that he had shot nothing that day.  He then told the Earl that he would hand his gun over to no man.  The Earl however demanded Campbell’s gun and began walking towards him as if he intended to take the gun by force.  Campbell began to back away from the Earl holding his loaded and cocked gun at his side in a defensive posture, much in the way that he would have been taught to do as a soldier during retreat.  The Earl then asked Campbell if he intended to shoot him and told him that he was just as good a shot as Campbell.  He then told one of his servants to go back to his carriage and fetch his gun.  At this Campbell’s colleague Brown, who was in great fear about what was going to take place, walked away and left the unfolding scene. 

 

Lord Eglinton then again walked towards Campbell and Campbell retreated, however, as he did so he stumbled on a stone and fell backwards.  According to Campbell, on falling he accidentally fired the gun and shot the Earl by mistake.  However, according to Lord Eglington’s servants, Campbell fell onto his back and the Earl, smiling at Campbell’s fall walked towards him.  Campbell then deliberately fired at close range into the Earl’s belly.  The Earl cried out that Campbell had murdered him, and Campbell threw away his gun.  He was then set on by the Earl’s servants but managed to break from them and tried to grab the Earl’s gun from the servant who had just arrived with it.  They fought briefly before Campbell was overpowered and struck to the ground by the other servants.   The Earl on seeing the beating Campbell was taking from his men cried out to them to not harm him.  They then tied Campbell up and he was transported to Irvine in a cart, while Lord Eglinton was taken in his carriage back to his house.   There, at around midnight the Earl died from his wounds.

 

Campbell was transported to Edinburgh to stand trial at the High Court for murder.  At his trial Campbell claimed that the shooting had been accidental, and several contemporary newspapers wrote that it seemed likely he would be acquitted as there was evidence his gun had gone off by accident.  However, all Lord Eglington’s servants who had been present at the incident, testified that it had been a deliberate act on Campbell’s part.  That he had aimed and fired the gun a short time after falling.  The doctor who had attended to the Earl also stated that the dying man had told him that Campbell had deliberately shot him.  There were then various arguments by Campbell’s Counsel that the shooting, if deliberate, could be seen as an act of self-defence, given the aggressive actions of the Earl, especially as Campbell was not on his land when confronted by him.  At the conclusion of the trial the jury found Campbell guilty by a majority of nine to six.  The judge then read out the sentence and this was that Campbell – ‘was to be carried back from the bar to the Tolbooth of Edinburgh, therein to remain, and be fed on bread and water only…until Wednesday the eleventh day of April next to come, and upon that day to be taken forth of the said Tolbooth, and carried to the common place of execution in the Grassmarket of Edinburgh; and then and there, betwixt the hours of two and four o’clock in the afternoon of the said day, to be hanged by the neck by the hands of the common executioner, upon a gibbet, until he be dead; and his body thereafter to be delivered to Doctor Alexander Monro…to be by him publicly dissected and anatomized…’

 

A sketch of several people standing on ground in front of a tall building with steep roofs and a curved tower. 
Edinburgh Tolbooth – from a sketch made in 1817

 

Campbell had other ideas though and told the friends who had attended the trial that he would not be hanged for murder.  During the night, after his return to the Tolbooth, he hanged himself.  The next morning his body was discovered along with the following note for his wife –

 

‘You will find, my long and faithful companion, I have kept my word with you – Since I must die because I would not surrender my arms to a tyrannic Lord, I am resolved to avoid being a public spectacle – ‘Ere you receive this I am no more.  May every happiness attend you on earth, and may we meet in eternity, is the earnest wish of your’s even in death.’

Tolbooth, Feb 24 Mungo Campbell

 

There was then a bit of a legal kerfuffle over Campbell’s body, as his friends argued that it should be returned to them for burial rather than be dissected, as the sentence had not been carried out.  This point was eventually agreed, and his body was handed over.  As Campbell had committed suicide, he could not be buried on consecrated ground, so his friends had him buried at the foot of Salisbury Crags in Holyrood Park.  However, the friends of Lord Eglinton and the citizens of Edinburgh were a bit annoyed that Campbell had managed to avoid being executed.  Feeling they had been deprived of a good hanging, an angry crowd made its way to Campbell’s burial place and dug up his body.  They then carried it up to the summit of Salisbury Crags and threw it off into the chasm at the Cat Nick.

 

Campbell’s broken body was later recovered by his friends.  Rather than reburying him at the foot of the crags again and running the risk of further indignities being carried out on his body, they had it transported to Leith.  There they hired a small boat and sailed out into the Forth where they weighed his body down and sunk it in the sea.

 

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I don’t think I’ve seen anyone recently walking up this path to the Cat Nick.  I did it once many years ago with some friends, and all I can say about that experience is that I wouldn’t do it again.  Heights and me don’t mix, as I found out.  So, to get round there today, I took the easier route up the gentler slopes by St Margaret’s Well. 

 

On reaching the Cat Nick I took in the views over Edinburgh before leaving the Skulferatu that had accompanied me in a gap in some rocks nearby.

 

A photo of a small ceramic skull (Skulferatu #156) being held up with a view out over Edinburgh in the background.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project. 
Skulferatu #156

 

A photo of a small ceramic skull (Skulferatu #156) sitting in a gap in some rocks.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project. 
Skulferatu #156 in a gap in rocks by the Cat Nick

 

A photo of a small ceramic skull (Skulferatu #156) sitting in a gap in some rocks.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project. 
Skulferatu #156 in a gap in rocks by the Cat Nick

 

Apple Map showing the location of Skulferatu #156 
Map showing the location of Skulferatu #156

 

The coordinates for the location of the Skulferatu are –

 

Latitude 55.946138

Longitude -3.174302

 

what3words: eagle.bother.keeps

 

I used the following sources for information on the Cat Nick -

 

The Butchering Art

Lindsey Fitzharris

Penguin Books 2017

 

Historical Tales and Legends of Ayrshire

William Robertson

Hamilton, Adams & Co 1889

 

The Trial of Mungo Campbell before the High Court of Justiciary in Scotland for the Murder of Alexander Earl of Eglintoun

Robinson and Roberts 1770

 

Information for Mungo Campbell, Late Officer of Excise at Saltcoats, in a Criminal Prosecution before the High Court of Justiciary in Scotland, for the alleged murder of the late Alexander Earl of Eglinton

Undated

 

The Newgate Calendar, Volume 4

Ex-classics Project 2009

 

Traditions of Edinburgh

Robert Chambers

1868

 

The Castellated and Domestic Architecture of Scotland from the Twelfth to the Eighteenth Century, Volume Five

David MacGibbon & Thomas Ross

1892

 

Article and photographs are copyright of © Kevin Nosferatu, unless otherwise specified.

Tuesday, 25 August 2026

Skulferatu #155 - Dunbar Castle, Dunbar, East Lothian


While out and about in Dunbar, I took a walk down to the harbour so I could have a wander by the ruins of the old castle that once stood on the rocks there.  There is not much left of what once must have been a pretty impressive building, and the grounds of the castle are now closed to the public due to health and safety concerns over the crumbling remains and the steep cliffs beside them.  This means though, that they are now an ideal nesting ground for the local colony of Kittiwakes.  So called because of their call – kittiwake, kittiwake.  A call that dominates the harbour during breeding season as well as the rather pungent, fishy smell of their poo.  

 

A photo looking out over a harbour.  At the far end is a cliff face and crumbling stone wall.  Atop the cliff sits the rather striking angular remains of a tower of Dunbar Castle.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project. 
View of Dunbar Castle from the harbour

 

Another photo looking out over a harbour - this one showing a closer view of the cliff face and crumbling stone wall.  Atop the cliff sits the rather striking angular remains of a tower of Dunbar Castle.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project. 
Dunbar Castle

 

A photo of a white and grey bird woith a yellow beak and black eyes (a Kittiwake) sitting on a nest in a cliff face.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project. 
A Kittiwake nesting in the castle ruins

 

A photo of the remains of what may have been a towe in the castle.  It is now a jutting angular crumbling stone wall with a couple of narrow windows in it.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project. 
Ruins of Dunbar Castle

 

A photo of some very crumbly red stone walls sitting up on the slope of a hill.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project. 
Crumbling ruins of the castle

 

The history of Dunbar Castle stretches back nearly two thousand years to when the first fortifications were built on the rocks there by the Votadini people.  It was later a stronghold of Bernicia and then Northumbria before coming into possession of Kenneth MacAlpin, the King of the Scots.

 

The first stone castle built on the site is believed to have been constructed in around 1070 by Gospatric, the Earl of Northumberland.  He had fled to Scotland after being exiled by William the Conqueror and was granted the castle at Dunbar and the lands surrounding it by King Malcolm III.  The castle remained in his family’s hands for many generations after, with various buildings, extensions and renovations being carried out on it.

 

In 1338 the castle was the scene of a long drawn out and violent siege by the English army.  Led by William Montague, the Earl of Salisbury, English troops had surrounded the castle while Patrick Dunbar, the Earl of Dunbar and owner of the castle, was away on business.  Looking after things while he was gone was his wife, Agnes.  Also known as Black Agnes for her dark hair and complexion, she was someone not to be messed with, something Montague soon found out.

 

As this was in the time before canons came into use, the English army had brought with them several trebuchet type engines.  These were large wooden machines used to throw huge stones against the castle walls to try to smash them down.  As they unleashed a barrage of boulders at the castle, Agnes stood with her ladies and maids at the top of the walls, and they would amble over to the spot where a stone had hit and would rub it down with clean, white cloths as if they were dusting.  They would then laugh down at the English troops and ask if all they could do was make a little dust. 

 

Having realised that the trebuchets were not going to take down the walls of the castle, the English army then deployed the ‘Sow’.  This was an enormous machine, built of wood, with several levels and a roof on it.  It was used to transport men right up to the castle and protect them while they tried to dig under the walls to undermine them and then storm into the fortress.  So, the ‘Sow’ was pushed on its creaking wheels up against the wall where, peering down on it, Agnes shouted to Montague that he should take more care of his piglets.  She then ordered a huge boulder, that had been fired earlier into the castle, to be pushed over the wall and dropped onto the sow.  It crashed through the wooden roof, smashed through the floors and crushed the men below.  At the same time the archers within the castle let loose a rain of arrows, one of which struck a knight standing next to Montague, killing him instantly.  Montague, who obviously had a rather dark sense of humour, cried out to those by him – ‘Ah, there comes one of my lady’s tire pins; Agnes’s love shafts go straight to the heart.’

 

Having had no luck by using brute force, Montague decided that a bit of bribery may be called for.  Under the cover of night, he had one of his men pay the soldier on guard at the main entrance to leave the gate unlocked so that the English troops could easily make their way in.  The guard happily accepted a purse of gold coins and then told Agnes what was planned.  She then had her men made ready for the ‘surprise’ attack by Montague.  It was not long before Montague led a group of his soldiers to the castle where, as they entered, the portcullis was dropped by Agnes’s men, trapping one of Montague’s men who had pushed past him just as they went in.  The plan had been to capture Montague, and on seeing that they had trapped the wrong man, Agnes shouted down to him – ‘Farewell, Montague, I intended that you should have supped with us and assisted us in defending the castle against the English.’  At that, I imagine, Montague gave her the finger and walked off in a bit of a huff.

 

A picture of women with white cloths dusting the battlements of a castle.  In the centre is a woman dressed in red and gold (Black Agnes) who is smiling as if she doesn't have a care in the world. 
An illustration of Black Agnes on the castle walls

 

As the siege went on Montague tried one last ploy.  His men captured Agnes’s brother John and brought him to Dunbar.  John was then paraded by the castle with Montague telling Agnes that unless she surrendered, he would hang him in front of her and leave his body to rot.  Agnes replied to him that she he should go ahead and do that as she would benefit by her brother’s death, as she was his heir.  Montague didn’t carry out his threat, though whether Agnes and John’s relationship ever recovered after this I don’t know.

 

For five months the siege went on and by the end of that time those within the castle were nearing starvation.  Then one night a saviour appeared in the guise of Sir Alexander Ramsay.  He and forty of his men took some small boats and sneaked past the English ships guarding the seaward way to the castle.  With them they brought supplies of food and weapons.  With those in the castle feeling renewed and ready to fight again, Montague decided to cut his losses and he and his men packed up and headed off back down South.

 

Over the following years, Dunbar Castle had many owners and was the scene of various battles and conflicts.  It was destroyed a couple of times, then rebuilt and remodelled.

 

A sepia print showing the ruins of Dunbar Castle in around 1815 with two stone arches extending over the sea and a tall stone wall on rocks on the right of the picture. 
Print of the ruins of Dunbar Castle - 1815

 

In 1566, after the murder of Rizzio at Holyrood Palace, it was to Dunbar Castle that Mary, Queen of Scots, fled along with her husband Lord Darnley, one of those suspected of Rizzio’s murder.  She fled there again after the murder of Darnley, this time with Lord Bothwell who she later married, and who was the suspected murderer of Darnley.  And it was from Dunbar Castle that Mary marched to Carberry Hill where she ended up surrendering to her enemies.

 

In 1567 the castle was the scene of another siege when it was held by supporters of Bothwell.  The Regent of Scotland, James Stuart the Earl of Moray, finding them a complete pain in the arse, wanted them out.  Bothwell’s supporters held out for a short while but on realising that no help was coming, they surrendered. The guns of the castle were seized and removed.  It was then ordered that the castle should be demolished to prevent it from ever falling into the hands of the English.  This was partially done, but the cost of carrying out a full demolition was found to be so prohibitive that what remained of the building was just left to fall into ruin.  Much of what was left was then demolished in the Nineteenth Century to rebuild the harbour.

 

A photo showing the crumbling walls sitting on rocks with a rock arch between them.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project. 
Ruins of Dunbar Castle

 

A photo of a crumbling stone structure sitting precariously on a rocky cliff with a pebble beach below and the sea in the background.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project. 
Ruins of Dunbar Castle

 

A phoo looking out on a rocky outcrop in the sea on which sits the crumbling ruins of a tower and the castle walls.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project. 
Ruins of Dunbar Castle

 

A photo of a rocky hill with the crumbling remains of the old castle walls that almost appear to be part of the hill itself.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project. 
Ruins of Dunbar Castle

 

As I wandered around the harbour and by the castle ruins, all was busy with fishermen sorting lobster creels and nets.  While in the cliffs and the rough, weather worn ruins of the castle, Kittiwakes called out and flew to and from the nests they had built there.  Walking round to a quiet place by the cliffs under the castle walls, I left a Skulferatu in a lichen covered gap.

 

A photo of a small ceramic skull (Skulferatu #155) being held up with a view of Dunbar Castle and the harbour in the background.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project. 
Skulferatu #155

 

A photo of a small ceramic skull (Skulferatu #155) sitting in a gap in a lichen covered rock.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project. 
Skulferatu #155 in a lichen covered gap in the cliffs

 

Apple Map showing the location of Skulferatu #155 
Map showing the location of Skulferatu #155

 

The coordinates for the Skulferatu are -

 

Latitude 56.005296

Longitude -2.518109

 

what3words: blame.bulldozer.prospers

 

I used the following sources for information on Dunbar Castle –

 

Historical Tales of the Wars of Scotland and the Border Raids, Forays and Conflicts
Vol. 1
John Parker Lawson
1852
 
Scotland’s Story
A History of Scotland for Boys and Girls
H. E. Marshall
1906
 

Tuesday, 11 August 2026

Skulferatu #154 - Friarscroft, Dunbar, East Lothian


On a warm spring day, a rarity in Scotland, I took a trip on the train from Edinburgh down the East Coast to the small town of Dunbar.  There, I went for a wander along to the glamorous location of the Co-op supermarket.  Not that I had any intention of shopping there, rather I’d come along to have a look at an old ruin standing in a grassy bit of land just a few metres away from the supermarket entrance.  A red stone building that was once the tower of a priory church and was later converted into a dovecot. 

 

A photo of an old tall red stone building standing in a grassy area with trees all around that are casting shadows across the building.  Photo be Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project. 
The Dovecot at Friarscroft

 

A photo of an old tall red stone building standing in a grassy area with trees all around that are casting shadows across the building.  Photo be Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project. 
Friarscroft Dovecot

 

A view looking up the red stone tower towards a deep blue sky.  Photo be Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project. 
Looking up

 

The church that once stood here was founded in around 1240 by Cristiana de Brus, the Countess of Dunbar, for the Trinitarian Order of Friars for the Redemption of Christian Captives.  They also went by the shorter name of the Trinitarians, though were more commonly known as the Red Friars.  The Trinitarians were founded in 1193 by John de Matha with the purpose of buying back Christians captured during the crusades and held for ransom.  The order was then confirmed by Pope Innocent III and instructed that its revenues were to be divided in three ways; to support themselves, to help the poor, and finally to pay the ransoms for Christians captured by ‘infidels’. Altogether the Trinitarians had eleven houses in Scotland and England, but all these establishments were quite small and consisted only of three friars and three lay brothers.  

 

A sketch of a man dressed in long robes and a cloak.  A cross is embroidered on the front of his robe and the top of his head is shaved making his hair circle around his head like a halo. 
A Trinitarian Friar

 

It is believed that the Trinitarians based at Friarscroft may have been responsible for founding an early hospital at Dunbar.  Little else is known about them and the priory itself fell out of use in 1529.

 

A sketch showing a building with a small doorway and a couple of small windows, with a roof that arches up to a tower. 
Sketch of the dovecot circa 1897

 

Recent excavations showed that the Dovecot was originally the central tower of the church, with the church building being thirty-nine metres long and eight metres wide, so pretty big for that time.  Excavations of the area also showed there had been a cemetery to the south of the building, and that there was evidence of ‘medieval ploughing’ to the north. 

 

 

A photo showing one of the grilled windows in the tower with a pigeons looking out from behind it.  Photo be Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project. 
The Watcher

 

A photoi showing a pigeon sitting on a ledge of red stone underneath the black tiles of the roof.  On the roof stands another pigeon looking down.  Photo be Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project. 
Pigeons

 

As I had a look around the building and dodged the low hanging branches of the trees growing around it, pigeons flapped past me up to the entrance holes on the roof.  There they strutted and cooed, and ever so often peered down at me to see what I was up to. Maybe they were hoping that I wouldn’t notice the huge mound of pigeon poo at the entrance to the dovecot.  A mound so big that it had jammed open the small iron gate there.  A mound so big and smelly that I decided against trying to peer up through the doorway to see what it looked like inside, and to see if there was anywhere to leave a Skulferatu.  Instead, I went to a gap in the crumbling cement on the outside wall where I left the Skulferatu that had accompanied me.

 

A photo showing a small, ceramic skull (Skulferatu #154) being held up with Friarscroft Doocot in the background.  Photo be Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project. 
Skulferatu #154

 

A photo showing a small, ceramic skull (Skulferatu #154) sitting in a gap in a stone wall.  Photo be Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project. 
Skulferatu #154 in a gap in the crumbling cement

 

A photo showing a small, ceramic skull (Skulferatu #154) sitting in a gap in a stone wall.  Photo be Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project. 
Skulferatu #154 in a gap in the crumbling cement

 

TomTom Map showing location of Skulferatu #154 
Map showing location of Skulferatu #154

 

The coordinates for the Skulferatu are -

 

Latitude 56.001388

Longitude -2.518205

 

what3words: wedding.sweat.shipwreck

 

I used the following sources for information on Friarscroft –

 

The Ecclesiastical Architecture of Scotland

From the Earliest Christian Times to the Seventeenth Century, Volume Three

David MacGibbon and Thomas Ross

1897

 

English Monastic Life

Francis Aidan Gasquet

1904

 

Friarscroft and the Trinitarians in Dunbar

John Wordsworth

1983