Showing posts with label Fife. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fife. Show all posts

Tuesday 9 May 2023

Skulferatu #96 - Tickleness Point, Burntisland, Fife


Sometimes I go and have a wander around a place just because I’ve seen it named on a map and have liked the name.    And that was the main reason I decided to go for a walk around this bit of the Burntisland coastline, I mean how could I resist a name like ‘Tickleness Point’?  Why it bares that name I have no idea, but it brought back childhood memories of the Mr Men books and Mr Tickle.  Hmmm, do you think in this day and age that particular Mr Man would be written into existence, what with his proclivity for the inappropriate touching, or tickling, of random people?  Probably not.

 

Only a short walk from the railway station, Tickleness Point is part of the Lammerlaws, on a peninsular that sticks out from the coast at Burntisland. 

 

I made my way along a path that curved up and around the hill at Tickleness Point.  Nearing the top, the earth was exposed and crumbling under the charred branches of burnt gorse.  Blackened branches that looked like they had been clawing their way out of the ground in a futile attempt to escape the flames. 

 

A photo of a hill with some rocks in the foreground - a view of Tickleness Point from the rocky seashore.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
View up Tickleness Point

 

A photo showing brown, crumbling soil on a slope with the blackened and burnt branches of some gorse bushes sticking out.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Burnt gorse

 

A photo of brown, crumbling soil on a slope, in the centre is a rabbit burrow and all around are burnt gorse branches protruding from the earth.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Burnt gorse and rabbit burrow

 

At the top of the hill were some ditches and mounds which are all that remains of a fort which once stood there.  The fort was believed to have been built by Oliver Cromwell’s men in the early 1650s, during the Third Civil War.  And, given the view over the Forth I could see why they would have built a fort there.

 

A photo showing a very grey scene over the Firth of Forth from Tickleness Point in Fife looking towards Edinburgh.  The hills of Edinburgh can be seen in silhouette.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
View over the Forth to Edinburgh from Tickleness Point

 

The military history of Tickleness Point did not end with Cromwell, as during World War II it was in use again, and a concrete pill box from that time still stands above some steep rocks overlooking the sea.

 

A photo showing a grey, concrete building perched above some steep rocks.  The windows of the building have been bricked up.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Pill box on the rocks overlooking the sea

 

Near to where Cromwell’s fort stood are the remains of some lime kilns.  Lime kilns were used in the production of quicklime (Calcium Oxide), a product which had, and still has many uses.  It is used in the manufacture of cement and mortar, as a fertilizer, and was once used to mask the stench of rotting corpses.  Something that would have been quite important in the overcrowded graveyards of old.

 

A photo of an old, stone ruin beside the sea.  There is a curved passageway leading through it.  This is the ruin of the lime kilns at Tickleness Point.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Lime kilns at Tickleness Point

 

A photo showing the lime kilns in the distance.  the sky is grey and ominous and there is a faded rainbow on the right-hand side.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Lime kilns and rainbow

 

A close up shot of the ruins of the lime kilns showing that it is a crumbling stone structure with grass all around and bushes growing up to the left of it.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Lime kilns at Tickleness Point

 

Nothing much is known of the history of the lime kilns, but they do make a nice landmark.

 

I left the Skulferatu that had accompanied me on my walk around Tickleness Point in a gap in the crumbling cement of the lime kilns.

 

A photo of a hand holding up a small, ceramic skull (Skulferatu 96).  In the background are the lime kilns.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #96

 

A photo of a crumbling stone wall.  In the centre, in the crumbling cement, is a small, ceramic skull (Skulferatu 96).  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #96 in a gap in the crumbling cement

 

A close-up photo of the crumbling stone wall with a small, ceramic skull (Skulferatu 96) sitting in a hollow in the cement. Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #96 in a gap in the crumbling cement

 

Google Map showing location of Skulferatu #96
Map showing location of Skulferatu #96

 

The coordinates for the location of the Skulferatu are –

 

Latitude 56.057339

Longitude -3.223469

 

what3words: spray.distracts.fats

 

I used the following sources for information on Tickleness Point –

 

Canmore – Tickleness Point

Canmore - Tickleness Point, Burntisland

 

 

The History of Burntisland

by Andrew Young

1913

 

For anyone unfamiliar with Mr Tickle, a narrated cartoon of the book is available on –

https://youtu.be/gPC3MmdTb-E

 

 

Tuesday 14 February 2023

Skulferatu #91 - Ferry Hills, North Queensferry, Fife


If you have ever driven across the old Forth Road Bridge to or from Fife, you will have passed right by the Ferry Hills in North Queensferry.  If you have ever taken a train over the Forth Bridge, leaving from or arriving at any of the stations in Fife along from North Queensferry, then you will have passed through the Ferry Hills.  And it was off to the Ferry Hills that I headed today.

 

The hills are split by the train tracks, and I don’t think there is a path that joins the two parts together.  If there is, well I’ve never found it. So, to start with I walked from the railway station at North Queensferry up to the part of the hills that overlooks the two road bridges.  They both looked very bleak and industrial in the cloudy grey, yet luminously bright winter sky.

 

A photo of the Queensferry Crossing - a bridge over the Forth from South Queensferry to North Queensferry.  Photo taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
The Queensferry Crossing

 

A photo of the Forth Bridge spanning across the Forth in a gray, winter light.  Photo taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
The Forth Road Bridge

 

After taking a look at the bridges from a viewing point on the hill, I made my way up to the top and had a wander around the marshy land there, where the Ferry Loch sits.  Other than a few tumbling down stone walls and an old hut, there was nothing much there, just mud, long grass, and gorse bushes. It could have all been quite different though, as it is rumoured that in the 13th Century a group of Jewish elders travelled to Scotland to speak to King Alexander III.  They offered to buy the land at Ferry Hills and the coast below so that they could build a town of refuge there.  However, Alexander had already promised the land to the town of Inverkeithing, so turned down their request.  To think if he had agreed to sell the land, I may have been up there to visit some historic synagogue and have a wander around that.  Maybe then stop off at a deli for a smoked salmon and cream cheese bagel and a piece of cheesecake, or a slice of challah with a dollop of jam on it.  And I wonder why I’m overweight!

 

A view of one of the towers of the Queensferry Crossing as seen from Ferry Hills in North Queensferry.  Photo taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
View of the Queensferry Crossing from Ferry Hills

 

A view of the red, metal humps of the Forth Bridge as seen from Ferry Hills in North Queensferry.  Photo taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
View of the Forth Bridge from Ferry Hills

 

A view over to Inverkeithing from Ferry Hills showing the grassy are on the hills with sheep grazing their and, in the distance, the white dots of the houses in Inverkeithing.  Photo taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
View over to Inverkeithing from Ferry Hills

 

A View from Ferry Hills over to Burntisland and the Craigkelly TV Transmitter.  Photo taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
View from Ferry Hills over to Burntisland and the Craigkelly TV Transmitter

 

My feet muddy and my trouser legs wet, I made my way back down to the railway station and then up and around to the other side of the hill where, after a quick walk along a path covered in sheep shit, I found a memorial stone commemorating the last fatal duel fought in Fife. 

 

A view over a grassy hill to a white house and on to the coast of Fife.  A memorial stone can been seen sitting in the grass of the hill.  Photo taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
The piece of ground at Ferry Hills where the duel was fought

 

A photo of a memorial stone and plaque standing in the grass of Ferry Hills, North Queensferry.  Photo taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
The memorial stone and plaque commemorating the duel

 

A photo of a metal plaque in the grass.  The plaque reads - It is on record that Capt., Wm. Gurley of Petershope, St. Vincent, died at this spot on 30th October 1824, having been fatally wounded in a pistol duel with a Mr. Westall - the last to be fought in Fife.  Photo taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
The plaque commemorating the duel

 

The story of this deadly encounter begins, and ends, in 1824.  That year William Gurley, a Captain with the Aberdeenshire Militia, had moved to Edinburgh with his wife and children.  Being a typical gentleman of his time, Gurley liked to bet on the horses, and in September of that year had gone to the races at Doncaster.  There he met up with an acquaintance, John Waistell (or Westall).  At one of the races Waistell had lost a bet of seventy Guineas to Gurley, and not having the money on him to pay, promised that he would do so on their return to Edinburgh.  However, back in Edinburgh he did his best to avoid Gurley, leading Gurley to believe that he was trying to get out of paying him.  Gurley, who was described by his friends as being a bit of a hot head at the best of times and having quite a violent temper, did not take kindly to what he saw as an affront to him by Waistell.  One day while out dining with his friend James Barr, Gurley decided they should go to the Black Bull Inn, where Waistell was lodging, so that he could confront him about his dishonourable behaviour and ask him to pay the money he owed.  So, they toddled off there.  As you can probably imagine, it did not go well.  Words were exchanged with Gurley calling Waistell a scoundrel and Waistell calling Gurley a liar, an insult which made Gurley so mad he picked up a poker from the hearth and struck Waistell across the neck and shoulders with it.  Waistell collapsed to the ground and Barr rushed to his aid, fearing that Gurley might have killed him.  Waistell soon recovered though and the insults between the two men flew once more, before Barr persuaded Gurley to leave.  After this there was much toing and froing between intermediaries from Gurley trying to persuade Waistell to pay his debt.  Waistell promised he would, but then either found excuses not to, or on a couple of occasions wrote out promissory notes that could not be cashed.  Eventually Gurley exploded with rage and a duel was agreed between the two men. 

 

On Saturday 30th October 1824, Gurley, and his seconds went to Salisbury Crags in Edinburgh to meet Waistell to duel with pistols.  He didn’t turn up.  Gurley was not a happy man.  But then a note arrived from Waistell giving his apologies and stating that one of his seconds had been unable to make it and this had caused his delay.  It was then agreed that given the time of day, the two men couldn’t duel in Edinburgh as there would be too many people around, so it was decided they would make their way to North Queensferry and duel there.

 

That afternoon the two men and their seconds took the ferry over to North Queensferry and found a secluded bit of ground on the Ferry Hills.  There the seconds handed them their pistols and it was agreed that ‘once, twice, thrice’ would be called and on ‘thrice’ they were to fire.

 

The signal was given and Waistell fired.  He shot Gurley straight through the heart, and Gurley dropped to the ground dead before he could even return fire.  On seeing that Gurley was dead, Waistell was so distraught that he put a pistol to his own head and threatened to kill himself.  His friends managed to disarm him and quickly rushed him away from the scene.

 

Gurley’s body was taken to a nearby inn, and he was buried a few days later at St Peter’s Churchyard in Inverkeithing.  As for Waistell, a warrant was issued for his arrest, but he disappeared and either assumed a new identity or left the country, as he was never seen or heard from again.  So, there ends the sad tale of the duel fought on Ferry Hills.  If there is any moral to this story then I suppose it is that betting is not good for your health, and neither are hot tempers and guns.

 

I left the Skulferatu that had accompanied me on my walk by a rabbit burrow near to the memorial stone.

 

A photo of a small, ceramic skull (Skulferatu 91) being held up with a view of the memorial stone in the background.  Photo taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #91

 

A photo of a small, ceramic skull (Skulferatu 91) sitting in the grass beside a rabbit burrow.  Photo taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #91 sitting in the grass by a rabbit burrow

 

A photo of a small, ceramic skull (Skulferatu 91) sitting in the grass beside a rabbit burrow.  Photo taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #91 sitting in the grass by a rabbit burrow

 

TomTom Map showing location of Skulferatu #91
Map showing location of Skulferatu #91

 

The coordinates for the location of the Skulferatu are –

 

Latitude 56.016023

Longitude -3.395713

 

what3words: array.flows.national

 

I used the following sources for information on Ferry Hills and the duel fought by Gurley and Westall -

 

The Fringes of Fife

By John Geddie

1894

 

Inverkeithing, North Queensferry, Limekilns, Charlestown, The Ferry Hills

Their Antiquities and Recreative Resources

Edited by Andrew Cunningham

1899

 

Scotland’s Penultimate Duel

J. M. Leggett

1998

 

The Scots Magazine - Wednesday 1 December 1824

 

Canmore – Ferry Hills

Canmore - Ferry Hills

 

  

Tuesday 20 September 2022

Skulferatu #82 - Braefoot Battery, Braefoot Point, Aberdour, Fife


On a sunny, but very windy day, I took the train out to Aberdour and then walked along the Fife Coastal Path towards Dalgety Bay.  The path wound its way through woods where birds chirped, insects buzzed, and everything swayed slightly in the stiff breeze.  The path then led me through a field, where I ended up by Braefoot Terminal.  A rather charming looking area of high fences and security where liquefied petroleum gas is stored and pumped out into the large tankers that dock there.  Following a path by one of the security fences I made my way into Braefoot Plantation, where the remains of Braefoot Battery lie.

 

A photo of a one storey concrete building, squat with a flat roof and iron chimney sticking out.  One of the windows and the door have been blocked in with breeze blocks.  Photograph taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
The North Blockhouse

 

A view inside the North Blockhouse showing a roof that is caving in, rubble on a concrete floor and windows that have been blocked in with breeze blocks.  Photograph taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
View inside the North Blockhouse

 

A view through the woods at Braefoot Plantation to the North East Blockhouse.  Photograph taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
View through the woods to the North East Blockhouse

 

A photo of a one storey, red brick building with a flat concrete roof.  There are four small windows in the wall - empty of glass and frames.  Photograph taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
The North East Blockhouse

 

Braefoot Battery was a First World War coastal defence site that overlooked the Firth of Forth.  In early 1914, just shortly before the start of the war, the government bought the land the battery now sits on from the Earl of Moray.  It would seem however, that there had been plans for quite some time to build a battery there in preparation for any attack by enemy forces on the UK.  Construction then began with the battery being completed in 1915.  When finished it had two 9.2 inch guns, which could fire a shell weighing 55kg a distance of up to 26KM.  These large calibre guns were intended for use on enemy ships that may come into the Forth to attack either ships anchored there or the naval base at Rosyth.

 

A photo showing the remains of one of the gun emplacements - a semi circle of concrete now overgrown with a tree in the middle.  Photograph taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Remains of one of the gun emplacements

 

A view of the remains of one of the gun emplacements from inside - showing a semi circular concrete wall with two sqare recesses in it with large metal rings in them.  Photograph taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Remains of one of the gun emplacements

 

A view of some big bolts at the gun emplacement.  They are sticking out of the ground and have moss growing on them.  Photograph taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Big bolts at the gun emplacement


A view inside the gun emplacement showing a large recess in the concrete wall.  Photograph taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Detail of the gun emplacement

 

A view of one of the big metal rings at the gun emplacement at Braefoot Battery.  Photograph taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Big metal ring at the gun emplacement

 

In 1917 the defence of the Forth was restructured and the guns at the Braefoot Battery were no longer needed there.  They were dismounted and put into storage, with one gun later being sent to Portsmouth.  The site was again used in WWII and several new buildings were added.

 

View down through the woods to one of the battery buildings - showing lots of trees on a downhill slope with a concrete bunker at the bottom.  Photograph taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
View down through the woods to one of the battery buildings

 

A view down through the woods to some of the battery buildings.  Photograph taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
View down through the woods to battery buildings

 

A view uphill through the woods to the Royal Engineer store and workshop - two brick and concrete buildings.  Photograph taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
View through the woods to the Royal Engineer store and workshop

 

A view along a path through the woods by the barrack blocks.  Photograph taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
View along by the barrack blocks

 

A photo of a moulded stone and concrete building with an open door.  The woods rise up above it looking as if the trees are growing from the roof.  Photograph taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
One of the battery buildings next to the barrack block

 

A view of the toilet block - showing brick walls, flat roofs and some ferns growing up by the walls.  Photograph taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
The toilet block

 

A picture of an old fashioned white urinal against a brick wall.  There is graffiti on the wall and ferns growing up beside the urinal.  Photograph taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Urinal

 

A post war woodland plantation now grows all around the battery buildings and though this gave my walk a lovely woodland feel, the trees did obscure what once must have been quite spectacular views from the hill the battery is on.

 

A photo of two of the battery buildings standing in the woodland of Braefoot Plantation.  Photograph taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Battery buildings

 

A photo of a moulded stone and concrete hut in the woods.  The door has been blocked off with red brick which adds a splash of colour against the grey of the building.  Photograph taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Hut in the woods

 

A photo of a moulded iron drainpipe.  It is runs from the top of the building and is broken with most of the pipe missing.  Photograph taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Drainpipe

 

After walking around the woods, I made my way down to the nearby shore.  Like almost everywhere along the coast of the Forth, probably the whole coast of Britain, there is a rather tragic story connected to this place.  A tale so horribly tragic that I just have to tell it...

 

...in 1887, on a sunny afternoon in mid-May, James Turnbull, a solicitor who lived in Aberdour, decided it would the perfect sort of day to sail out in his boat.  The perfect sort of day to get a good view of the construction work going on in the building of the Forth Bridge.  So, he invited his chief clerk, a Mr Ramsay, to comer along with him on this little jaunt.  The two men set sail and the weather was quite lovely, just until they got to Braefoot Point where a sudden squall caught them.  The small boat they were in was not built for these sorts of choppy waters and high waves, and it soon filled with water and began to sink.  The two men, both of whom were unable to swim, stood on the deck of the boat as the water first reached up around their ankles, and then up around their waists.  But behold, a passing steamer.  The two men on seeing the ship waved and shouted at it, hoping to be rescued.  On the deck of the steamer, the passengers thought they were seeing two bathers in the water waving as they went past.  So, they waved back, and the ship steamed on.  As the water reached up to their necks, both Turnbull and Ramsay realised they were doomed.  They said a little prayer, then their goodbyes to each other before the sea swallowed them up.  Now, on the steamer it so happened that three of the passengers who had been waving to the doomed men were none other than Turnbull’s daughters.  On their arrival home they excitedly chattered to their mother about their trip on the ship and having seen some bathers at Braefoot Point.  A friend of Turnbull’s was waiting in the house to see him and realising that he was not the most accomplished of sailors, had become concerned about how long it was taking for him to return.  On hearing the girls talk he had a sudden horrible realisation of what they might have in fact seen.  He quickly summoned some men, and they made their way to Braefoot Point.  There they found Turnbull’s boat washed up on the shore.  Shortly afterwards, as the tide went out, they found the bodies of both Turnbull and Ramsay.   Two men who quite literally had been not waving but drowning.

 

On the shore at Braefoot Point there stands an old pier.  I made my way out onto it and the wind, which had been getting up all day, battered me this way and that, making it difficult to even keep my balance.  The sea was rough, being whipped up by the wind and I understood how it could easily overwhelm a small boat like that which Turnbull and Ramsay had been sailing.  Feeling decidedly unsafe, despite being on dry land, I quickly made my way back and walked over to one of the battery pill boxes, which stood out on the rocks overlooking the Forth.

 

A photo of the pier at Braefoot Point - it is a squat stone pier built into rocks leading down to the sea.   Photograph taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
The pier at Braefoot Point

 

A photo showing the view to the pill box at Braefoot Point from the pier.  Photograph taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
View to the pill box at Braefoot Point

 

A photo of the pill box at Braefoot Point - it is a concrete, one storey building with narrow windows looking out over the sea.  Photograph taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Pill box at Braefoot Point

 

A photo of the pill box at Braefoot Point looking out towards the sea.  Photograph taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Pill box at Braefoot Point

 

There, in a howling gale, I left the Skulferatu that had accompanied me on my walk in a hole in the wall.

 

A photo of a small ceramic skull (Skulferatu 82) being held up in front of the pill box at Braefoot Point.  Photograph taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #82

 

A photo of a small ceramic skull (Skulferatu 82) hidden in the wall of the pill box.  Photograph taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Spot the Skulferatu

 

A photo of a small ceramic skull (Skulferatu 82) in a hole in the wall of the pill box. Photograph taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #82 in a hole in the wall at the pill box

 

A close up photo of a small ceramic skull (Skulferatu 82) in a hole in the wall of the pill box.Photograph taken by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #82 in a hole in the wall at the pill box

 

Google Map showing the location of Skulferatu #82
Map showing the location of Skulferatu #82

 

The coordinates for the location of the Skulferatu are –

 

Latitude 56.034242

Longitude -3.321253

 

what3words: throat.points.loved

 

I used the following sources for information on Braefoot Battery and Braefoot Point –

 

Dundee Courier - Saturday 14 May 1887

 

Manchester Courier and Lancashire General Advertiser - Monday 20 April 1914

 

Canmore

Canmore - Forth Defences, Middle, Braefoot Point Battery

 

Tuesday 10 May 2022

Skulferatu #70 - Site of Caldwell's Paper Mill, Inverkeithing, Fife

 

Sometimes when I’m out walking, I end up wandering through the desolate, post demolition sites of old factories and industrial complexes.  These places always have a sort of apocalyptical feel about them with the traces of what was once there being consumed by nature.  In a way I suppose they are like the landscapes in some sci-fi drama set after a devastating nuclear conflict or alien invasion.  There is a sort of eerie emptiness to them.  They feel slightly lawless and forgotten.  The site of Caldwell’s Paper Mill in Inverkeithing is a bit like that with the scrub growing through the remains of concrete floors that seem to stretch on for miles.  Crumbling concrete that is being swallowed back into the earth beneath it.  While wandering around the place I sometimes feel like I’ve drifted into another dimension where humanity has collapsed and society ceased, but rather than bumping into some Mad Max types or some trundling Daleks, I’m usually met by some curious dog bounding through the scrub to bark loudly at me, try to get me to throw its ball, or maybe just attempt to sniff my crotch before being called back by its apologetic owner. 

 

A photo of a flat area of scrubland - the site of Caldwell's Paper Mill in Inverkeithing.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
The site of Caldwell’s Paper Mill, Inverkeithing

 

Oblique aerial view centred on the paper mill and saltworks, taken from the SSE. https://canmore.org.uk/collection/1043430
An aerial shot from Canmore of the site as it was when the paper mill was in operation

 

Caldwell’s Paper Mill was built in 1914 for Caldwell & Co. Papermakers Ltd.  At the time it was built the mill had four paper machines.  It was bought over by Inveresk in 1928 who added a fifth paper machine.  They ran the company until 2002 when it was purchased by the Scandinavian firm Klippan. About a year after the takeover the mill was closed with the loss of 160 jobs.  The mill then lay derelict until August 2012 when it was demolished.

 

A photo of a brick building that is in ruins,  This once was one of the buildings of Caldwell's Paper Mill.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Remains of one of the paper mill buildings

 

A photo of a brick building that is in ruins,  This once was one of the buildings of Caldwell's Paper Mill.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Remains of one of the paper mill buildings

 

A photo of part of a brick building that is in ruins.  This once was one of the buildings of Caldwell's Paper Mill.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Remains of one of the paper mill buildings

 

A photo of an iron grate in a brick wall inside the ruined building.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Grate and bricks inside the building

 

A photo showing a view inside the building.  The walls are covered in graffiti.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
View inside the building

 

A view of the flat scrubland that makes up the site of where Caldwell's Paper Mill once stood.  There are bricks scattered over the ground.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
View out over the site from the remains of the paper mill building

 

A photo of a large cartoon graffiti face painted on the wall around the site of the paper mill.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Graffiti on the wall around the site of the paper mill

 

A photo of graffiti on the wall around the site of the paper mill.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Graffiti on the wall around the site of the paper mill

 

A View over the remains of concrete floors of the paper mill to the wall around the site of the paper mill.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
View over remains of concrete floors to the wall around the site of the paper mill

 

A photo showing the metal stairs leading up to the bridge over railway tracks at the back of the site.   Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Stairs to the bridge over railway tracks at the back of the site

 

A photo of a brick lying on the ground.  The word ETNA is stamped into it.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
One of the many bricks scattered around the site

 

A photo of four rusting pipes sticking up out of the ground with a sheet of rusty metal lying nearby.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Four pipes and some metal

 

Graffiti on the remains of the concrete floor showing the outline of a person.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Graffiti on the remains of the concrete floor

 

After a bit of a jaunt around the site I ended up back at the partial remains of one of the buildings.  There I left the Skulferatu that had accompanied me on my walk, in a pipe hole in the wall of the building. As I walked away, the glass from the thousands of smashed beer bottles covering the ground nearby, glittered and sparkled in the early afternoon sunlight.

 

A photo of a hand holding up a small, ceramic skull (Skulferatu 70).  In the background is the remains of a ruined building that was once part of Caldwell's Paper Mill in Inverkeithing, Fife.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #70

 

A photo of a small, ceramic skull (Skulferatu 70) sitting in a pipe hole in a brick wall with a lead pipe protruding out of the hole and curving round.
Skulferatu #70 in a pipe hole in the wall of the building

 

A photo of the ground outside the ruins of the building at Caldwell's Paper Mill.  There is a lot of broken glass on the ground and it glitters in the afternoon sunshine.
Thousands of smashed beer bottles glitter and sparkle in the afternoon sunlight

 

TomTom map showing the location of Skulferatu #70
Map showing the location of Skulferatu #70

 

The coordinates for the location of the Skulferatu are –

 

Latitude 56.028555

Longitude -3.3968700


I used the following sources for information on Caldwell’s Paper Mill -

 

Canmore - Caldwell's Mill, Inverkeithing

 

Daily Record, Monday 13 August 2012

 

For anyone who is interested there is a rather good video by John Davis of the chimneys of the old mill being demolished in a controlled explosion.  I've included the link here –


Demolition of Caldwell paper mill in Inverkeithing