Showing posts with label Dumfries and Galloway. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dumfries and Galloway. Show all posts

Tuesday, 13 May 2025

Skulferatu #135 - Dalgarnock Covenant Graveyard, Thornhill, Dumfries and Galloway

 

Down some narrow country lanes we drove.  Down some narrow country lanes that had never been designed for cars.  Bumpy and humpy, with few passing places, though thankfully we never met any oncoming traffic or even saw any other vehicles at all.  Through a farmstead and then some lanes that were almost dirt tracks we drove, stopping every so often to open gates and close gates while wondering if we were heading the right way.  Was Google maps playing tricks with us?  And then we saw it.  A small, walled tree lined graveyard surrounded by fields on three sides, and then some woodland on the other. This was Dalgarnock Covenant Graveyard, which had been recommended to me when I’d asked about atmospheric and historic graveyards near to where we were staying in Dumfries.

 

On leaving the car I made my way into the blinding afternoon sunlight and through the heavy iron gates into the graveyard.  Above me the tall trees swayed in the warm breeze.  Trees so old and tall that the branches of one had come crashing down in a recent storm to smash some of the ancient gravestones beneath it.

 

One of the first stones I came across was, however, not that ancient.  It was the Martyrs Cross which was erected in 1925 and is a memorial to fifty-seven Covenanters who died in the 17th Century, all killed for their beliefs.  Covenanters were followers of the Presbyterian Church of Scotland who rejected the idea of the King being the spiritual head of the church.  As far as they were concerned only Jesus Christ could be the head of their church. The name Covenanter comes from the fact that in 1638 many of those who opposed interference in their church by the King signed a document to this effect called the National Covenant.  The Stuart kings, Charles I and later, after the Restoration, Charles II, were not happy about their roles and their ‘divine rights’ being called into question and saw the Covenanters as rebels.  This led to many hundreds of the Covenanters being imprisoned, transported, or executed.  Platoons of Dragoons scoured the land looking for these rebels and when they found any, they often summarily executed them.

 

A tall white stone cross adorned with many names standing in a graveyard with tall trees in the background.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
The Martyrs Cross

 

Not far from the Martyrs Cross, there is a much older stone from just over three hundred years ago that is dedicated to James Harkness. 

 

A tall red gravestone almost covered in an epitaph to the occupant of the grave below - James Harkness.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Gravestone of James Harkness

 

The inscription reads -

 

Here lyes the body of James
Harkness in Locherben who
died 6th Dec 1723 aged 72 years
Belo this stone his dust doth ly
who in dured 28 years
porsecution by tiranny
Did him persue with eko & cry
through many a lonsome place
at last by Clavers he was tane
Sentenced for to dy
But God who for his soul took care
did him from prison bring
Because no other cause they had
But that he could not give up
With Christ his Glorious king,
and swear alligence to that beast
the duke of york, i mean.
In spite of all there hellish rage
a naturel death he died
in full asurance of his rest
with Christ eternally

 

James Harkness was a local farmer who became a hero to the Covenanters, while being seen as a notorious rebel by the ruling powers.  At the start of the persecution of the Covenanters he, and his brother Thomas, fled to Ireland to seek refuge there.  However, they soon tired of living a life in hiding and decided they would rather return home and fight for their cause.  The brothers were soon involved in various escapades, the most notorious of these being the rescue of nine prisoners during the 'Enterkin Raid'.  They received information that a group of Covenanters who had been taken prisoner, were being escorted from Dumfries to Edinburgh by twenty-eight soldiers.  On their journey they would pass through the narrow Path of Enterkin, and it was decided that the brothers would lead an ambush there to free the prisoners.  In the attack they managed to free nine of the prisoners and killed one soldier while wounding many others.  This attack led to a huge number of troops then descending on the area and forcing many of the locals to help them in their search for those responsible.   Lots of people were seized and imprisoned, including James and many of those who had been involved.  They were all taken to Edinburgh, tried and found guilty, and while awaiting execution locked up in the Canongate jail.  Not relishing the prospect of being hanged, the prisoners hatched a plot for an escape.  Not a complicated plot, they just decided to saw through the bars of the window, jump out and run away.   One night they started, and on sawing through the first bar it fell out onto the street.  They thought the game was up as surely either the patrolling night watchmen would have heard it fall or would find it.  Luckily, the clang of it hitting the cobbles below did not bring the watchmen, and as fate would have it, a passerby who was sympathetic to the plight of those in the jail, saw it, picked it up and took it away.  The other two bars were then quickly cut through, before the floorboards to the cell above were also cut to let comrades in there out.  Altogether twenty five men managed to jump out of the window and escape into the night, including James Harkness.  He managed to make it back to Ireland, where he stayed until the persecution of the Covenanters was over.  He then returned home and died there years later as an old man.

 

Thomas, unfortunately, was not so lucky.  He was captured with two friends shortly after James had escaped.  He and his friends were taken to Edinburgh where, on their arrival, a brief trial was heard.  They were found guilty, sentenced to death and an hour later were taken out and hanged.

 

Lots of gravestones in a graveyard with tall trees at the sides and a blue sky patched with white cloud in the background.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Gravestones at Dalgarnock

 

A stone font covered in white lichen with a face carved into the base.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
The Old Font from Dalgarnock Church

 

A skull and crossbones carved into a stone.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skull and crossbones

 

A fallen large red gravestone with faces and ornamentation carved into it.  In the background stand lots of other gravestones in tall grass.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
A fallen gravestone

 

A primitive carving of a face with what appears to be wings at the side of it.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Detail from fallen gravestone

 

An ornate gravestone topped with many indented curves.  On it are various primitive looking figures and symbols.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Gravestone at Dalgarnock

 

An ornate gravestone with two figures carved on each side with a face and wings carved at the top.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Gravestone at Dalgarnock

 

Various gravestones in a graveyard with tall trees in the background.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
View of Dalgarnock Covenant Graveyard

 

A primitive carving of a skull and crossbones on a gravestone lying in the ground.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skull and crossbones

 

A view of various gravestones.  There is a rusting and ornate iron fence around some graves on the right hand side.   Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
View of Dalgarnock Covenant Graveyard

 

Though the graveyard now sits on its own, this was not always the case.  There was once a church and also the large and busy village of Dalgarnock here, but that is now all gone.  Why the village died I have no idea, but by the late 18th Century no trace of it remained with the stones of the church and houses having all been reclaimed to build walls, dykes and buildings elsewhere.

 

While walking around the graveyard I came across a rusting, ornate iron fence separating some of the gravestones from the others.  In a gap in a crumbling iron petal, I left the Skulferatu that had accompanied me on my trip to Dalgarnock.

 

A view of an ornate rusting iron fence on a wall around some gravestones.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Rusting, ornate iron fence

 

A hand holding a small ceramic skull (Skulferatu 135) with a view of a graveyard in the background.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #135

 

A view of a small ceramic skull (Skulferatu 135) sitting on top of what looks like an iron petal in the rusting iron fence in the graveyard.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #135 on a crumbling iron petal

 

A close-up view of a small ceramic skull (Skulferatu 135) sitting on top of what looks like an iron petal in the rusting iron fence in the graveyard.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #135 on a crumbling iron petal

 

TomTom Map showing the location of Skulferatu #135
Map showing the location of Skulferatu #135

 

The coordinates for the location of the Skulferatu are -

 
Latitude 55.224032
Longitude -3.768752
 

what3words: seatbelt.twisty.benched

 

I used the following sources for information on Dalgarnock Covenant Graveyard –

 

Inscriptions on the Tombstones and Monuments Erected in Memory of the Covenanters
James Gibson
1879
 
The Martyr Graves of Scotland
J. H. Thomson
1903

Tuesday, 8 April 2025

Skulferatu #134 - Derelict Farm Buildings, Scaur Water, Penpont, Dumfries and Galloway

 

On a sunny evening, I took a stroll around the outskirts of the village of Penpont.  A rural and sleepy, little place in Dumfries and Galloway.  Walking down a dirt track through the trees I could hear and see nothing of the modern world, and it made me think that the world must have looked much like this a couple of hundred years ago in the days of the fictional character Samuel Scrape.  He was a man from Penpont who played a brief role in, what in my opinion is, one of the greatest Scottish novels ever written – The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner by James Hogg.  The book, published in 1824, is satire on the Calvinist doctrine of predestination: in which it is believed that God sits outside of time and therefore has already preordained who is saved and who is damned.  The main character, Robert Wringhim is a staunch Calvinist who believes that he is one of those guaranteed Salvation.  He falls under the influence of a mysterious figure called Gil-Martin who can transform his appearance at will.  Gil-Martin leads Wringhim to believe that he is justified in killing those that he thinks are already damned by God, including his own brother.  At one point Wringhim has locked himself away, with his only company being his manservant, Samuel Scrape, a peasant from ‘Penpunt’.  However, Wringhim has no memory of having hired or paid Scrape and the suggestion is either that he was hired by Gil-Martin taking on the appearance of Wringhim, or that Wringhim is losing his mind. It all ends messily, and we are left wondering who Gil-Martin was, the devil, or maybe an aspect of Wringhim himself, a devilish figure of his own imagination.

 

I kept an eye out for a Gil-Martin type character on my walk, but met no-one.  Once, in the distance, I did spot a solitary dog walker, though they vanished down another path before I could get close enough to see if they had cloven hoofs and horns. 

 

A black and white photo of a bush with branches sticking out of it on either side that look a bit like horns.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
A horned bush

 

As I walked, all was quiet around me, apart from the crunching of my feet on the gravel path, the bubbling of the Scaur Water flowing nearby and the birds singing up above.  Following the path around a tree lined corner I came across some derelict farm buildings that were collapsing in on themselves.  DANGER – KEEP OUT was painted in dripping white paint numerous times on the sagging walls, but being a curious type I had to go for a little nose around. 

 

A photo of a group of derelict buildings that appear to have been some sort of wooden workshops.  One has a curved wooden roof.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Derelict buildings

 

A photo of a group of derelict buildings that appear to have been some sort of wooden workshops.  One has a curved wooden roof.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Falling down

 

A derelict building with wooden cladding on it that looks a bit like feathers.  A broken window peeks out from a bush.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
The empty eye of decay

 

A photo of a smashed window of the building - it sits in amongst the feather like wooden cladding around the building.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Danger

 

A view of an unbroken window on the derelict building with KEEP OUT DANGER painted in big white letters on it.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Keep out - Danger

 

On peering through broken windows, I could see that the buildings were pretty much kaput.  The roofs were caving in, and the walls were tumbling down.  Electrical wiring hung down listlessly from broken beams and everything smelt of damp and decay.  Everything was in a creaking collapse, just waiting for a strong wind to take it all down.

 

A black and white photograph of a wooden roof strut with a carved head on it that is maybe meant to be a dragon, but could be that of a pig.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
A dragon, or maybe a pig?

 

A photo showing part of the inside of the building where a thick grey electrical wire dangles down and the words KEEP OUT is written in white paint on a black interior wall.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
A wire dangles

 

A photo showing a collapsed building with sagging corrugated iron roofs, some of which now lie on the ground.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Collapsed

 

A black and white photograph showing a wooden hut almost hidden in bushes and trees.  Standing beside it is a telegraph pole towering up into the sky.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
In the undergrowth

 

Walking around the back of the buildings my ears were assaulted by a sudden frenzy of squawking and cawing from what sounded like hundreds of rooks in the trees above me.  I then spotted several of their young fledglings bopping around in a panic at my approach.   Not quite having mastered the art of flight, they jumped in a flapping wing fall around the high grass by the trees.  As I got nearer the rooks above became louder and louder while the young dashed for cover.  One of the young ones stuck his head into a gap between some logs, as if like an ostrich, it was closing its eyes to approaching danger. I walked quietly away and let it be.

 

I have a vague memory of walking past these buildings several years back, and I think they may have been workshops or something like that, but I could be wrong.  I don’t imagine for a minute though that they’ll still be standing next time I pass by this way.  Man, or nature will have taken then down by then.

 

Before leaving I placed a Skulferatu in a knothole in the wood of the owl like building where it could keep an eye out on the young rooks dancing through the grass and the undergrowth.

 

A small, ceramic skull (Skulferatu 134) being held up with the derelict farm buildings in the distance behind it.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #134

 

A small, ceramic skull (Skulferatu 134) in a knothole in a wooden wall. Below it is a broken window.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #134 in a knothole

 

A small, ceramic skull (Skulferatu 134) in a knothole in a wooden wall.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #134 in a knothole

 

TomTom Map showing the location of Skulferatu #134
Map showing the location of Skulferatu #134

 

The coordinates for the location of the Skulferatu are -

 
Latitude 55.22821
Longitude -3.82229
 
what3words: robots.unloaded.slug

 

 

Tuesday, 11 March 2025

Skulferatu #133 - Lincluden Collegiate Church, Lincluden, Dumfries


On a recent trip down to Dumfries, I ventured away from the main thoroughfares and into a large housing estate where I cut through to a peaceful bit of land sitting just outside it.  On this bit of land, that sits on a curve where the River Nith and the waters of the Cluden meet, are the ruins of an ancient abbey and church by the name of Lincluden. Once a hive of religious activity, and a bit of scandal, the ruins are now mainly a hangout for bored kids, where in the evening and away from disapproving eyes, they go to drink cheap booze and smoke and vape.  During the day however, the ruins also attract the occasional tourist like me.

 

A photo showing a ruined stone building in a field.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Lincluden Collegiate Church

 

A photo showing the jagged ruins of a once tall stone building. Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
College Tower

 

The history of Lincluden Abbey goes way, way back to 1164 when it was founded by Uchtred, Lord of Galloway.  It was originally a Benedictine nunnery and though small, it was endowed with various gifts from Uchtred such as farmsteads and land from which it could benefit and derive wealth.     It was probably just as well that Uchtred had given them land rather than cash, as his life ended suddenly and brutally. From 1161 to 1174 he had ruled Galloway along with his half-brother, Gilbert.  In 1174 both Uchtred and Gilbert took part, along with William I of Scotland, in an invasion of Northumberland.  This ended in disaster and King William was captured.  The brothers, seeing a way to be free of William, seized his properties in Galloway and then petitioned King Henry I of England to ‘take them from the authority of the King of Scots, and govern them himself.’  Before this could happen, the brothers fell out and things between them got quite heated.  So much so, that Gilbert and his son Malcolm, seized Uchtred at his home, tortured him horribly and then killed him.  King Henry, on hearing of Uchtred’s murder decided that Gilbert was not a man to be trusted and refused the request to remove Galloway from King William.  Gilbert then had to apologise to both kings, promise not to get up to any mischief again, and pay out a wodge of cash to make amends for killing his brother.

 

A photo of the ruins of a stone tower like building with a wall running along from it. Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
College Tower at Lincluden

 

A photo of a stone room with a curved arch of stone over a small window and small rectangular recess. Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Inside the College Tower

 

A photo showing a stone wall with a door and a window up above it.  Through the door and window can be seen the outside world of blue skies and green grass.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Inside the College Tower

 

In the late 14th Century, the abbey and its lands became part of the fiefdom of another Lord of Galloway, Archibald Douglas.  He was known as Archibald the Grim, a nickname given to him because of his sinister looks and evil deeds.  As you may guess, his arrival did not bode well for the nuns at Lincluden.  Archibald decided he didn’t want a nunnery there, he wanted monks praying for his soul, proper blokes, not woosie women.  So, he started some rumours that the nuns were all a bit naughty.  He spread round lies that they weren’t virgins and rather than praying they were bonking their brains out with any man who would have them, the abbey was no longer a house of God, but rather a nursery full of the nuns’ illegitimate children.  Turning the local populace against the nuns, he then had them expelled, rebuilt the abbey and also had a large church built there.  Amongst the clergymen who resided there, Archibald paid for twenty-four bedesmen, men whose soul purpose was to pray for Archibald’s soul.

 

When Archibald died, his son, also called Archibald, took over his lands.   He married Princess Margaret, the daughter of King Robert III of Scotland, and the pair spent a great deal of money on the church at Lincluden.  They had various heraldic symbols relating to their families carved into the stone there, some of which can be seen around the buildings today.  In 1424, Archibald left for France with a large force of troops to assist Charles VII of France in his war against England.  There the King made him Marshal of France and Duke of Touraine. Unfortunately for Archibald, despite being given these grand titles, he was killed a few months later during the Battle of Verneuil when the Franco-Scottish force was heavily defeated by the English army. 

 

After Archibald’s death, Margaret bestowed even more wealth on the church at Lincluden and had carvings of the heraldic symbols showing Archibald’s French titles added.  On her death, Margaret was buried in the church, her tomb still a prominent feature there.

 

A photo showing the carved figure of someone lying as if asleep with a curved arch of ornamental stone above them.  The figure is broken and worn away.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Tomb of Princess Margaret

 

A photo of an ornate stone doorway.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Doorway to the Sacristy

 

A view of various ruined stone walls with a green leaved tree in the background. Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
The Sacristy

 

A view up a curving stone tower with a circle of the sky up above.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
A view to the heavens above

 

A photo of a jagged ruined wall with a window in it and a blue sky up above. Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Looking up

 

A black and white photo of three stone arches where the abbey windows would have once been. Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Windows in the wall of the Nave

 

A black and white photo of a stone arch where an abbey window would have once been. Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Window in the wall of the Nave

 

Lincluden stayed with the Douglas family and survived the Reformation.  In 1585 the last Mass was held there, this being organised by a Catholic nobleman, John Maxwell, the Earl of Morton.  This did not go down well with Protestant authorities who had him summoned before the Privy Council and imprisoned for several months.  On his release Maxwell promptly travelled off to Spain to help plot the Spanish Armada.

 

The Abbey passed through various owners, and at one time part of it was converted into a house.  It was eventually abandoned in the early 1700s and quickly fell into disrepair.

 

A view over a flat grassy area to a ruined stone building with an arched window on the right and a tower on the left.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
View of the abbey from the motte and gardens

 

A view over a flat grassy area to part of a ruined stone building with a large arch where a window would have once been.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
View of the abbey from the motte and gardens

 

In 1775 Lincluden was visited by the traveller and writer Thomas Pennant.  He described the buildings as looking desolate with much of the roofs gone.  Inside the church he found that the figure on Princess Margaret’s tomb had been mutilated and wrote that – ‘the bones of the deceased had been scattered about the floor of the choir by some wretches who broke open the repository in search of treasure.’

 

A drawing of a ruined building with trees growing around it and a river meandering past.
Lincluden Abbey and College by William McDowall - 1886

 

A drawing showing the carved figure of someone lying as if asleep with a curved arch of ornamental stone above them.
Princess Margaret's Tomb by William McDowall - 1886

 

The ruins were later cleaned up and a caretaker installed to look after them.  Then in 1922 they were taken into state care and are now looked after by Historic Environment Scotland.

 

After wandering around the ruins in the afternoon sunshine, I left the Skulferatu that had accompanied me on a mossy stone in one of the old, vaulted chapels.

 

A photo showing a hand holding up a small ceramic skull (Skulferatu 133) with the ruins of Lincluden Abbey in the background. Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #133

 

A photo of part of a roofless stone building looking along to an arched wall at the far end. Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
One of the old, vaulted chapels

 

A photo of a small ceramic skull (Skulferatu 133) on a mossy stone in one of the old, vaulted chapels. Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #133 on a mossy stone in one of the old, vaulted chapels

 

A photo of a small ceramic skull (Skulferatu 133) on a mossy stone in one of the old, vaulted chapels.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #133 on a mossy stone in one of the old, vaulted chapels

 

TomTom Map showing the location of Skulferatu #133
Map showing the location of Skulferatu #133

 

The coordinates for the location of the Skulferatu are -

 
Latitude 55.084991
Longitude -3.620781
 
what3words: analogy.sprouted.wolf

 

I used the following sources for information on Lincluden Collegiate Church –

 
Chronicles of Lincluden
William McDowall
1886
 
Scotland's Ruined Abbeys
Howard Crosby Butler
1900
 
The Scots Peerage
David Douglas
1907
 
National Art Survey Of Scotland
Examples of Scottish Architecture from the 12th to the 17th Century
Volume II
Thomas Ross & Robert Lorimer
1923