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Tuesday 23 January 2024

Skulferatu #112 - St Augustine's Abbey, Longport, Canterbury, Kent


I have been to Canterbury many times, and on my wanders around I usually visit the rather spectacular Cathedral there.  On my most recent visit I decided for a change to have a day outside and go and explore the ruins of St Augustine’s Abbey.

 

A photo of a ruined wall of st Augistine's Abbey, a tree is growing out of the middle of the ruin.  In the foreground are some stumpy remains of other parts of the abbey walls.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
The north wall of the church

 

A photo showing the remains of a thick stone walled building that was part of a tower in the abbey buildings.  A tree is growing out of it and towering over the remains.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Remains of Ethelbert’s Tower

 

Like anyone from the North, I thought it would be nice to be outside on a warm, sunny day.  Of course, I didn’t take into consideration that it would be one of the hottest days of the year, and incredibly humid.  Not being used to that intensity of heat, I spent a lot of my visit seeking out shady places and gulping down lukewarm water from my water bottle.  I really should have invested a little more in one with a double skin, cold water would have been heavenly.

 

Talking about heavenly, St Augustine, who founded St Augustine’s Abbey, was one of the fathers of Christianity in England.  Before he arrived on British shores, there were sects of Christians living there, and there had been since Roman times.  However, it seems they were the wrong sort of Christians.  So, to show the wayward Christians the right path, and convert the hordes of Pagans there, Pope Gregory the Great sent over Augustine, along with a group of monks.  Augustine and his saintly colleagues travelled from Rome, but on arriving in France they were told horrible tales about the hostile and violent people of the British Isles.  Put off by these tales, Augustine considered turning back, but Pope Gregory urged him to carry on.  Arriving in Britain in AD 597, Augustine quickly converted the King of Kent, Ethelbert, to Christianity, a task not too arduous, as the King’s wife was already Christian.  King Ethelbert then granted Augustine land to the east of Canterbury on which to build an abbey, and on this land St Augustine’s Abbey was built.  Originally, it was founded as the Church of Saints Peter and Paul, the St Augustine name not coming until after the death of Augustine.

 

A view over a grassy area to a group of ruined buildings from the abbey and also an old looking building that is St Augustine's College.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
View of the abbey remains

 

An illustration showing a turreted gate building with a ruined tower standing off to the right of the picture.  This is a print taken from the book 'St Augustine’s Monastery, Canterbury' by the Rev R.J.E Boggis, published in 1901.
The Great Gateway and St Ethelbert’s Tower

 

Augustine was the first Archbishop of Canterbury, and he and his monks converted many of the pagans of Kent to Christianity.  His mission of uniting with the Christian Church already in Britain was a failure though. It appears that many of them were suspicious of his links with King Ethelbert, and were also not too keen on submitting to the church in Rome.

 

On 26th May AD 604, Augustine died and was buried in the abbey church.  Soon after his death he was venerated as a Saint, and the abbey became a place of pilgrimage.

 

St Augustine’s Abbey was the earliest monastery built in England and thrived for over 900 years.  It was seen as one of the most important Benedictine Monasteries in the Medieval world, then King Henry VIII happened.  He fell out with Pope Clement VII, who would not grant an annulment of his marriage, so Henry quickly had laws passed that abolished papal authority in England.  Henry was then declared to be the head of the Church of England. After this a mass land grab took place, in which lands and buildings which had belonged to the Roman Catholic Church were seized by the Crown.  In 1538, St Augustine’s Abbey was dissolved.  The monks there were given a life pension and then kicked out, while many of the buildings were demolished, items of any value were taken, and shrines and relics were destroyed.

 

A photo of St Augustine's College, an old stone building with arched windows and a steep tiled roof. Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
St Augustine’s College

 

A photo of the old crypt of the abbey - it is now a series of rough looking small stone pillars in a grassy area with the low remains of an arched building sitting at the back.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Site of the Crypt at St Augustine’s

 

A photo of a crumbling floor tile in the abbey crypt with a flower motif on it.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Tile in the crypt

 

A photo showing various crumbling and ruined walls of the old abbey.  In the background are trees and the blue skies of a sunny and hot day.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
View of the abbey ruins

 

A photo showing the low ruined walls of St Augustine's Abbey in the foreground and the towering spires of Canterbury Cathedral in the background.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
View of Canterbury Cathedral from abbey ruins

 

A photo showing a grassy area in the foreground with a circular pond in the middle.  In the background are the ruined walls of the abbey cloisters.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
View of the cloister

 

A photo of a rough stone wall made up of stone and flint.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
The stones of the wall

 

A view of a ruined area of the abbey with an arched gate in it.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Path down to the Cloister

 

Well, that’s a very brief potted history of the place, much of it learned as I pottered around reading the tourist info at the site, or reading the guidebook as I sheltered in the shade from the relentless burning rays of the sun.

 

Before leaving, to head somewhere a bit cooler, I left a Skulferatu on the crumbling stone by one of the windows, in what was once the cloister of the abbey.

 

A photo of a stone framed un paned window in an old stone wall.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Window in the Cloisters of the Abbey

 

A photo showing a small ceramic skull (Skulferatu #112) being held up with the ruins of St Augustine's Abbey in the background.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #112

 

A photo showing a small ceramic skull (Skulferatu #112) sitting on the crumbling stone under a window in the cloisters.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #112 on the crumbling stone by one of the windows

 

A photo showing a small ceramic skull (Skulferatu #112) sitting on the crumbling stone under a window in the cloisters.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #112 on the crumbling stone by one of the windows

 

TomTom Map showing the location of Skulferatu #112.
Map showing the location of Skulferatu #112

 

The coordinates for the location of the Skulferatu are –

 

Latitude 51.278339

Longitude 1.087793

 

what3words: fire.silly.zealous

 

I used the following sources for information on St Augustine’s Abbey –

 

Tourist Info at site

 
St Augustine’s Abbey
English Heritage Guidebook
Julian Luxford
2023
 
English Heritage
 

St Augustine’s Monastery, Canterbury
By Rev R.J.E Boggis
1901

 

 

 

 

Tuesday 25 July 2023

Skulferatu #101 - Abandoned Railway Bridge, Powderhall, Edinburgh


I like abandoned places.  I especially like finding a gap in a fence so I can go for a wander into an abandoned place that I’ve seen before, but have been unable to get into.  Today, on a walk along the Water of Leith, I found just such a gap in the fencing around a now defunct railway line. Squeezing through, I then took a walk along it.  Though it only went out of service seven or eight years ago it was now quite overgrown, and the wooden sleepers were rotting away.  In the wildflowers growing all around the railway insects buzzed noisily and in the trees above the birds sang their little hearts out.

 

A photo of an overgrown railway line stretching off into the distance.  On the left hand side of the picture is a metallic grey fence running along beside the railway.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Defunct railway line

 

A photo of a bright yellow, healthy looking Dandelion flower, surrounded by the green leaves of other plants that have taken over the railway.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Dandelion growing by the tracks

 

A photo taken along the level of one of the railway lines showing the sleepers and stones in between and a grey fence running along both sides of where the line crosses the abandoned bridge.   Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Old railway line

 

I walked along the railway to a bridge that crossed the Water of Leith.  It had also been fenced off to stop access, though again some kindly soul had removed a couple of the metal bars to allow access.  A slightly tighter squeeze through and I was on the rusting iron bridge.  Beneath me the waters of the river gently ambled by in their shallow, summery way.  Mama duck and her half dozen ducklings paddled by, and small fish darted down and away.  Nature was reclaiming this area for itself. 

 

A photo of a bridge crossing a river.  The bridge sits low down and has a grey metallic fence running along the top. Graffiti is spray painted across the bridge.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Abandoned railway bridge

 

Finding a gap in the fence on the other side of the bridge, I scrambled down the riverbank, under the bridge and onto a narrow, trodden path by the river.  It wound through the wild garlic that seemed to cover most of the riverbank, and then up and around areas where the mud of the bank had collapsed into the water below.  Eventually the path became a narrow line at the river’s edge and then crumbled away into nothing.  Not particularly wanting to end up in the river, I made my way back to the bridge and the old railway track.

 

Another view of the abandoned railway bridge crossing the river that is the Water of Leith.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Abandoned railway bridge

 

A photo showing a reflection in the river of the underneath of the abandoned railway bridge.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Bridge and beams

 

A photo showing the side of the bridge where large metal beams stick out.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Bridge and beams

 

A photo showing the steel rivets on the bridge - they are coloured with the spray paint of the graffiti.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Rivets and graffiti

 

A photo showing a view from the bridge over the Water of Leith.  There are large metal beams protruding out from the bridge.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
View of Water of Leith from the bridge

 

A picture of a small control box like machine that is sitting next to the rails of the railway.  It is an orange colour with black dials.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Machine with knobs

 

The railway track was once part of the Edinburgh, Leith and Granton Line of the North British Railway.  The line was closed in 1968, however part of it was later reopened to serve Powderhall Refuse Depot. 

 

At Powderhall there used to be an incinerator and a large chimney.  Rubbish was burnt in the incinerator and the chimney pumped out poisonous smoke all over the surrounding area of Edinburgh.  The city council eventually decided that this was maybe not such a great idea and the role of the refuse depot then changed.  Instead of burning the refuse, the depot compacted it into containers.  These containers were then loaded on to trains, locally known as ‘Binliners’, and taken away to a landfill site. Over 250,000 tons of refuse from Edinburgh was processed in this way each year. 

 

A photo of the refuse depot at Powderhall, now demolished.  It is a large ugly grey building with a sort of corrugated look to it.  A grey looking road and parking area sit at the side of it.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Powderhall Refuse Depot

 

Powderhall Refuse Depot closed in 2016 and has now been demolished.  A housing estate is being built on the land it once occupied.

 

Wandering around the railway I found an old metal box, connected to some wires that must have once served some useful purpose.  What that purpose was, I have no idea.  I left the Skulferatu that had accompanied me on my walk on a knob on the metal box.

 

A photo of a hand holding up a small, ceramic skull (Skulferatu 101) with the abandoned railway running over the bridge in the background.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #101

 

A small, ceramic skull (Skulferatu 101) sitting on one of the dials of the orange control box.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #101 on a knob on the metal box

 

A close up of the small, ceramic skull (Skulferatu 101) sitting on one of the dials of the orange control box.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #101 on a knob on the metal box

 

TomTom Map showing location of Skulferatu #101
Map showing location of Skulferatu #101

 

The coordinates for the location of the Skulferatu are –

 

Latitude 55.96813

Longitude -3.189598

 

what3words: sands.loudly.chase

 

 

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