Showing posts with label The Skulferatu Project. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Skulferatu Project. Show all posts

Tuesday 7 May 2024

Skulferatu #119 - Former Site of Shanks Waste Solutions, West Shore Road, Granton, Edinburgh

 

Oh, I do like to find a nice bit of wasteland to wander around.  A place of concrete remnants, now overgrown with bushy and scraggy plants.  A place that was once busy with people and is now the domain of rodents, rabbits, songbirds and the ever present screeching seagulls.

 

On a walk from Leith to Cramond, I came across a scrubby piece of land where there use to be a liquid waste processing plant run by Shanks Waste Solutions.  What sort of liquid was processed here I have no idea, but I’m sure it was pretty nasty, chemical stuff or some sort of revolting medical gunk. 

 

View of a metal fence with various signs on it.  In front of it are two concrete blocks and a large blue waste bag that is full.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Entrance to the site

 

View of a metal fence with two signs on it.  One reads Shanks Waste Solutions, Granton Plant, and the other is a No Smoking sign that is broken in half. Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Granton Plant

 

A photo of a rectangular sign on a rusty metal pole.  The sign has a split along one side.  The sign reads - Keep Out Dangerous Chemicals.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
KEEP OUT Dangerous Chemicals

 

a photo of a yellow metal structure of metal bars with a pipe at the bottom and a stop valve on it.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
A metal thing

 

A view of a row of stone blocks lying on the ground.  One is a semi-circle shape and someone has spray painted the word 'Hi' on it.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
‘Hi’ – dumped stone blocks

 

In 2005, the site was sold for £6 million to Waterfront Edinburgh Ltd.  They were going to redevelop this land as part of the multi-million pound regeneration project taking place in Granton.  However, they are now in voluntary liquidation, so who knows when the site will be redeveloped, or what it will end up as. Whatever happens, it will no doubt remain as a bit of wasteland for the next couple of decades.

 

While wandering around, I came across three large metal containers that probably once contained something nasty and noxious.  I think they are now empty, but didn’t investigate that too closely.

 

A photo showing a large metal container sitting on a flat area of land that is now overgrown with scrubby plants.  On the left hand side is a row of trees.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Large metal container

 

A photo showing part of one of the large metal containers on the right hand side with another sitting in the distance.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Large metal containers

 

A photo showing a large metal container sitting on a flat area of land that is now overgrown with scrubby plants.  On the right hand side sits lies a discarded block of a portable fencing barrier.   Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Large metal container

 

360 view of the large metal containers


Walking down to the far fence of the site, I took in the view up to the Granton Gas Holder, a piece of Edinburgh’s industrial heritage that is now being restored as part of the project to regenerate the Granton Waterfront. The clank of hammers on metal echoed down from there, mixing in with the gentle lapping of waves on the nearby shore.

 

A view showing large rocks in the foreground with a background of scrubby land that leads up to a Victorian style gas holder frame in the distance, a round metal structure of curved beams.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
View up to Granton Gas Holder

 

Standing there in the dull half-light of a dank and damp winter’s day, I watched as rabbits skittered by in twitchy nervousness.  A nervousness that only those on the lowest rung in the food chain can feel. A crow then circled around me and dropped a mussel onto the hard concrete ground surface.  Swooping down, the crow then tore out the flesh from the shattered shell, cawed loudly in satisfaction at its tasty snack, and then flew off again.  The ground was covered with the shattered shells of many such meals.

 

A photo of a view along a flat piece of land to a metal fence.  Behind the fence can be seen the sea and the shores of Fife.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Concrete ground

 

A view of a grey metal fence with a grey sea behind it and a grey sky above.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Fence and the Forth

 

Feeling some spots of rain hitting the exposed skin of my bald head, I made my way back out of the site.  As I left, I placed a Skulferatu on a large rusty screw holding one of the metal containers together.  There it could guard over whatever nasties were held within.

 

A photo of a small, ceramic skull (Skulferatu 119) being held up with a large metal container in the background.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #119

 

A picture of the corrugated surface of one of the metal containers.  On one of a set of four rusty screws on the container sits the small, ceramic skull (Skulferatu 119).  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #119 on a large rusty screw

 

A picture of four rusty screws on the metal container with the small, ceramic skull (Skulferatu 119) sitting on one of the screws.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #119 on a large rusty screw

 

TomTom Map showing location of Skulferatu #119
Map showing location of Skulferatu #119

 

The coordinates for the location of the Skulferatu are –

 

Latitude 55.982926

Longitude -3.250747

 

what3words: cone.causes.armed

 

 

 

Tuesday 12 December 2023

Skulferatu #110 - Bastion 14, London City Wall, Barbican, London


Travelling down to Kent, I found I had an unexpected day out and overnight stay in central London due to a train strike. So, what to do? Well, I did what I always do and went for a walk. After a foray around the banks of the Thames I cut up past Saint Paul’s and towards the Barbican. There, amongst an array of buildings from Brutalist concrete to glass and steel I spotted a ruin, sitting in a little oasis of green, just by the entrance to an underground carpark.

 

A photo showing a ruined red brick building (Bastion 14) with a road running down past it.  A huge office block (Bastion House) towers over the building.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
The ruins of Bastion 14 sitting by the 1970s Bastion House

 

A view down a road to a grey concrete underground carpark. On the left hand side is a concrete bridge and in the distance an office block of glass and steel.  On the right hand side in a fenced off area with the ruins of the red brick walls of Bastion 14 sitting in it.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Bastion 14 with concrete and glass buildings towering above it

 

Making my way down to it, I found that it was the remains of a fort that formed part of the old City Wall of London. This Medieval wall was built on the foundations of the old Roman wall around the city, and the fort, or Bastion 14 to give it its official title, was one of the 21 bastions built along it. 

 

A photo of the ruins of Bastion 14 that face out towards the road.  It shows a ruin of red bricks with an arched area on the right hand side and a doorway near to the top of the building.  The sky above is blue and in the distance can be seen a grey concrete London tower block.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Bastion 14

 

The original city wall was built by the Romans around 200AD as a defensive wall around Londinium. After the collapse of the Roman Empire, it fell into decay. In medieval times the need for a defensive wall was once again called for, and large sections of the wall were repaired and rebuilt. Then, in the 17th century London expanded rapidly and the wall was seen as no longer necessary, so much of it was demolished.

 

Tourist Info Map at site, showing the course of the City Wall
Tourist Info Map at site, showing the course of the City Wall

 

When the city wall fell out of use, many of the bastions were incorporated into other buildings, with Bastion 14 at one time being used as part of a warehouse.

 

During the Second World War the area around Bastion 14 was flattened by bombing and the buildings encasing it were destroyed. The Bastion was then identified as a historic structure and was saved from demolition. However, the 1970s office block towering above it, Bastion House, doesn’t appear to be so lucky, as it is now earmarked for demolition. Shame, as it’s so ugly that I quite like it.

 

A photo looking up with the ruined wall of Bastion 14 at the bottom which then seems to be joined by the towering building of Bastion House above.  This is a dark grey building with row after row of dark windows in it.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
The walls of Bastion 14 with Bastion House towering above

 

Another view of Bastion House - looking up at it so it towers into the distant sky.   Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Bastion House

 

I had the whole garden area to myself as I wandered the old wall and Bastion 14. As the sun warmed my old bones, insects buzzed around me, and two crows kept an eye on me as they skipped and hopped around the grass lawn looking for insects.

 

A photo showing an old wall leading down to the ruin of a fort like tower.  They sit in a grassy area with modern office blocks sitting in the distance.   Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
The old City Wall and Bastion 14

 

A view of some dried seed heads of plants in the garden that sits in front of Bastion 14.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Dried husks and seed heads

 

A view of Bastion 14 with the old wall leading up to it on the left side of the photo.  On the right is a garden of dried seed heads and husks.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Bastion 14 with glass and concrete buildings all around

 

A photo of the low tower of Bastion 14 jammed in at one side by the old city wall and at the other by the Bastion House building.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Bastion 14

 

While walking along a path through a small garden area of dried husks and seed heads, I saw a gap in the old brickwork by the wall beside the Bastion. There I left the Skulferatu that had accompanied me.

 

A photo of a hand holding up a small ceramic skull (Skulferatu #110) with Bastion 14 in the background.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #110

 

A photo of part of the city wall sitting next to Bastion 14.  In the wall there is an arch that has been almost blocked with stone.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Old wall beside Bastion 14

 

A photo of a small ceramic skull (Skulferatu #110) sitting on a red brick and crumbling cement.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #110 in a gap in the wall beside Bastion 14

 

A photo of a small ceramic skull (Skulferatu #110) sitting on a red brick and crumbling cement.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #110 in a gap in the wall beside Bastion 14

 

TomTom Map showing location of Skulferatu #110
Map showing location of Skulferatu #110

 

The coordinates for the location of the Skulferatu are –

 

Latitude 51.517828

Longitude -0.095148

 

what3words: bars.wider.teach

 

I used the following sources for information on Bastion 14 –

 

Tourist Information boards at the site
 

Museum of London Archaeology

 

 

Tuesday 28 November 2023

Skulferatu #109 - Site of the Battle of Roslin, Roslin, Midlothian


I don’t usually write about battle sites, or even tend to visit them, because they tend to be pretty f*cking boring places.  Yet, having said that, on a walk along the old railway path that runs from Roslin to Loanhead, I came across a memorial to the Battle of Roslin and found that lurking in the background of events leading up to the battle, there was a story of thwarted love, jealousy and one man’s desire for revenge.  How true the story is I don’t know, but hey, as they say, why let the truth get in the way of a good yarn!

 

A photo of a stone monument (the memorial to the Battle of Roslin) with a low wall around it.  It stands in a grassy area with trees behind it.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Memorial to the Battle of Roslin

 

Way back in time, in 1303, when the world was a wild violent place with various factions and power-hungry men spilling blood everywhere in their fight for power (nothing changes much), Scotland was in political turmoil.  It had been occupied by the English since 1298, after the defeat of the Scots army at the battle of Falkirk, and was governed by Sir John de Segrave, a knight of the English king, Edward I.

 

While he was in Scotland, Sir John based himself in Edinburgh Castle, where he frequently held functions and official gatherings for the local aristocracy, warlords, people of influence and such like.  One of those who regularly attended at the castle was Lady Margaret Ramsey of Dalhousie.  Sir John was soon besotted with her and hoped to take her as his wife.  Unfortunately, for poor Sir John, his feelings were not reciprocated, and he was spurned by Lady Margaret who instead accepted a proposal of marriage from Henry St Clair, the Lord of Rosslyn.   

 

Sir John was not a happy chap when he learnt of this and flew into a bit of a rage.  So, off he stormed to King Edward to ask permission to raise an army to eliminate the ‘threat’ that the marriage between Margaret and Henry would represent.  Edward, who was a bit of a bloodthirsty old sod and always liked an excuse for a bit of killing and maiming, granted Sir John his wish and he was soon on his way back to Scotland with an army of 30,000 troops.  I do have to point out here that the number of troops may actually have been grossly exaggerated in the tales told after the battle, but that’s the figure I’ll run with in my telling of this little bit of history.

 

On arriving in Scotland, Sir John split his army into three separate divisions.  Ten thousand troops marched off to attack Borthwick Castle near Gorebridge, another ten thousand marched off to seize Dalhousie Castle, the home of Lady Margaret, and the last ten thousand, led by Sir John himself, marched towards Roslin and the home of Henry St Clair.

 

On the evening of the 23 February 1303, Sir John and his troops set up camp near Roslin for the night, with the intention of giving Henry St Clair a good thrashing the next day. However, word of the movement of the English forces had reached the Scots and an army led by John Comyn and Sir Simon Fraser marched through the night from Biggar down towards Roslin, where they hid until just before dawn in the nearby woods at Bilston.  Then, early in the morning of the 24 February, as Sir John and his army still slept, the Scots attacked them.  The English troops were slaughtered, with no mercy being shown to anyone.  Well, that was unless you were of noble birth, in which case you could be held and ransomed for a tidy sum of cash which is what happened to Sir John and a group of his knights, who were captured and held prisoner. 

 

Over the next couple of days bloody skirmishes, slaughters and attacks took place between the Scots and the other two divisions of Sir John’s army.  During one of these, Sir John was freed by his troops, and deciding to cut his losses, marched the remains of his army back to England.  According to the legends that grew up around the Battle of Roslin, only two thousand of the thirty thousand English troops who marched into Scotland with Sir John survived.  The rest lay dead and buried in mass graves in the fields and woods around Roslin.  As the Ballad of the Battle of Roslin recounts, their bones would occasionally be dragged up when the fields they lay in were ploughed -

 

An farmers tae this very day,

When they’re at the ploo-in,

Still find shinbanes in the clay,

At the place they call ‘The Hewin…

 

A photo of a grassy field.  In the foreground is a line of stone at ground level, while in the background sits the stone memorial to the Battle of Roslin.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Site of the Battle of Roslin

 

A close-up photo of the stone monument to the Battle of Roslin.  There is a plaque on it that reads - Battle of Roslin 24th February 1303.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Memorial to the Battle of Roslin

 

A photo of a wooden electricity pylon sitting in an overgrown area of bushes with a cloudy blue sky above.  Another pylon can be seen in the distance.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Pylons at the site of the Battle of Roslin

 

So, what, you may ask, happened to all the main players after the battle.  Well, the hero of the hour, John Comyn, was murdered a few years later by Robert the Bruce when the two of them fell out.  Bruce stabbed him to death by the high altar at Greyfriars Church in Dumfries. 

 

Sir Simon Fraser also died a few years after the battle when he was captured and taken prisoner by the English army.  On King Edward’s orders, he was taken to London and there was hung, drawn, and quartered, with his head stuck on a spike on London Bridge.

 

Sir John de Segrave lived a long and eventful life, he took William Wallace prisoner and escorted him down to London to be executed, he was then himself a prisoner in Scotland for a couple of years after the Battle of Bannockburn, was freed after a ransom was paid, acquired various lands around England, was appointed as the Seneschal of Gascony, and died an old man while looking after the King’s interests there.

 

As for Lady Margaret Ramsey of Dalhousie, well her story is either lost in the mists of time, which given the lack of records relating to women’s lives in that era is quite possible, or she never existed and was purely made up as a love interest to add a bit of oomph to the tale of the Battle of Roslin.

 

While out on my walk through the once bloodstained lands where so many men died, I left a Skulferatu in a gap in the wall around the monument to this now almost forgotten battle.

 

A photo of a small ceramic skull (Skulferatu #109) being held up.  In the background is the stone memorial to the Battle of Roslin.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #109

 

A photo of a small ceramic skull (Skulferatu #109) in a gap between the stones in the wall that sits around the memorial to the Battle of Roslin.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #109 in a gap in the monument wall

 

A further close-up photo of a small ceramic skull (Skulferatu #109) in a gap between the stones in the wall that sits around the memorial to the Battle of Roslin.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #109 in a gap in the monument wall

 

TomTom Map showing the location of Skulferatu #109
Map showing the location of Skulferatu #109

 

The coordinates for the location of the Skulferatu are –

 

Latitude 55.862858

Longitude -3.154724

 

what3words: inferior.unheated.dolls

 

I used the following sources for information on the Battle of Roslin –

 

 

Historic Scotland
The Inventory of Historic Battlefields – Battle of Roslin

 

The Scotsman - Roslin 1303: Scotland's forgotten battle
24 February 2017

 

 

Tuesday 7 November 2023

Skulferatu #108 - Spott Parish Church, Spott, Dunbar, East Lothian


In the tiny village of Spott, near Dunbar, there sits a small, picturesque church.  Though very little, if anything, of the original building remains, a church has stood on that spot in Spott since the early 14th century. 

 

A photo of a one storey, rectangular church with a small bell tower on it.  The church, Spott Parish Church, sits in a graveyard and various old gravestones can be seen around it.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Spott Parish Church

 

I wandered up there on a warm and blustery day to have a look around.  It was a very peaceful place of old gravestones, trees and birds singing away merrily.  While inside the church a few members of the local community had met up for a bit of a get together.  Of course, I wasn’t there for socialising, I was there to leave a Skulferatu in a place with an unexpected dark history…especially if you were one of the early clergymen who preached there.

 

A photo of an old gravestone at Spott.  The gravestone is covered in white lichen and at the top, on each side, sits a carved skull.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Gravestone at Spott

 

A close up photo of one of the skulls on the lichen covered gravestone.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Detail of gravestone at Spott

 

Another photo of a gravestone at Spott.  This one sits against the wall of the church.  At the top is carved the emblem of a skull and crossbones.  There is a large square space in the gravestone where the epitaph would have once been...it is now blank.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Gravestone at Spott

 

Spott Church didn’t have a great deal of luck with several of its early clerics.  Around 1530, Robert Galbraith became the Rector of the church.  He was also a judge in the High Court and Court of Session at Edinburgh.  In 1544 he made a judgement on a case that did not go down well with the defendant.  So, unfortunately for Galbraith, while he was about his business in Edinburgh, the disgruntled defendant spotted him and murdered him.

 

A view of Spott Parish Church from the back of the old graveyard.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
View of Spott Parish Church and graveyard

 

In 1559, John Hamilton, the brother of the Earl of Arran, was appointed as the Parson of Spott.  He later went on to rise up the ranks of the church and became the Archbishop of St Andrews.   However, in 1571 he was tried and found guilty of aiding and abetting in the murders of the Earl of Moray and also Lord Darnley, the late husband of Mary, Queen of Scots.  He was hanged by the Mercat Cross in Stirling a few days after his trial. 

 

A small gravestone at Spott with a primitive style skull carved on it.  The epitaph on it reads - Death is not loss but rather gain, if we by dying life attain.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Gravestone at Spott

 

A photo showing a very squint gravestone that has turned to an angle.  The epitaph on the stone is to John Ludgate, a carrier at Gifford who died aged 63 on March 12, 1823.  It is also dedicated to his wife, Agnes Swifton, who died on September 15, 1817 aged 55 years and their son Matthew who died in 1815, aged 18 years.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Gravestone at Spott

 

A photo showing a view over some rolling hills.  On one some sheep graze, while the other has been ploughed showing the red earth underneath.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
View from Spott Parish Church Graveyard

 

In 1567, John Kello became the first protestant Minister of Spott Church.  He is also the most notorious.  John Kello was born in Linlithgow and as a young man married a local girl, Margaret Thomson.  John, who was an ambitious and eloquent man, decided to enter the Presbyterian Church and was ordained as a Presbyterian Minister while attending the first General Assembly in Edinburgh in1560.  He soon required a reputation as a powerful and stirring preacher and in 1567 was appointed to the Parish of Spott.  So, there he moved with Margaret and their three children.

 

At Spott, John’s reputation grew as a preacher, preachers being the rock stars of those days.  However, unlike rock stars, preachers weren’t paid very well. John had soon come to realise this and looked for ways to better himself as he wanted the finer things in life, he wanted land, prestige, and wealth.  When he had married Margaret, she had brought a small dowry with her.  John thought he could maybe use her dowry to make some money and so he used it to buy and sell land.  Unfortunately, a couple of his land deals went wrong, and he ended up in debt.

 

While he fretted about his debts and ways to make more money, John’s sermons still attracted a good crowd to the church.  One of his congregation was a rich young woman who had recently been widowed.  Being a very pious type, she would often seek John out for spiritual advice.  John found that he enjoyed her company and soon his thoughts turned to how his life would be if he was married to her and had her fortune as his own.  She would make him a rich man of some social standing.  If he were married to her, he could achieve his ambitions.  The more he thought like this, the more he began to despise his own wife, Margaret.  He became bitter and began to blame her for his failings.    

 

Margaret, who by all accounts was a cheerful and likeable person, and a loving wife, soon bore the brunt of John’s anger at his thwarted ambitions. She, however carried on in her sunny and loyal way assuming that John’s moods would soon pass, and he would be her loving husband once again.  This annoyed John even more and he began to wish she would just die.  If she were dead, then he could marry again and marry well.  He then began to think about ways to kill her and decided that he could achieve his ambitions in life if he murdered her.

 

Once he had made the decision to murder Margaret, John acquired some poison and used that in an attempt to kill her.  It didn’t work.  She was a fit, healthy woman with a strong constitution and the poison had no noticeable effect on her.   On the Sunday morning after his first attempt at killing his wife, John tried again.  Knowing that she would pray in their bedroom in the morning, he sneaked in behind her with a length of rope in his hands.  As she prayed, he pounced, pulled the rope around her neck, and strangled her.  He then hung her lifeless body from a beam in the room, locked the door from inside, leaving the key in the lock and then slipped out of the bedroom window, shutting it behind him.  As the church bells rang, he walked through the graveyard greeting members of his congregation as they arrived. In the church he stood in the pulpit and gave a passionate sermon.

 

After the sermon was over, John invited several members of the congregation to come over to his house to eat there.  He told them that lately his wife had been very depressed, and it would cheer her up to have some company.  Off they went to the house where John called out to his wife, but there was no answer.  He then went to their bedroom and called out to his guests that the door was locked.  Then in front of them, he kicked the door open, and all saw poor Margaret hanging dead from the beam.  John collapsed to the ground sobbing as they cut Margaret down.  His tears of anguish seemed so real to those guests he’d invited in, that no one suspected anything other than Margaret had taken her own life.

 

For the first few days after Margaret’s death, John was a happy man.  He was free to marry again, maybe in a few months’ time he could propose to his widowed parishioner and then settle down to the life he deserved.  A life with money and property and status.  But then the gnarly issue came up of Margaret’s burial, as a suicide she could not be buried on consecrated ground and so she was instead buried in an unmarked grave in a nearby field.  Her reputation ruined and her soul damned forever, people no longer spoke of her, and her and John’s children were told to forget her.  The guilt of it all began to weigh heavy on John’s mind.  What had he done?  He began to remember the Margaret who he had loved and had loved him.  He remembered her terrified and disbelieving eyes looking up at him as he had killed her.  She had always trusted him, looked after him, believed in him and he had betrayed it all.  He had betrayed her, and he had betrayed his God.  After a few weeks John could take the guilt no more and so he set off to Edinburgh where he called on a judge and made a full confession to him.  John was then taken to the Tolbooth in Edinburgh to await trial.

 

John’s trial was a quick affair where he again made a full confession, was found guilty of the murder of his wife, and was sentenced to death.  On the 4th of October 1570, John was taken to Gallow Lee on the outskirts of old Edinburgh.  There he preached his final sermon where he basically blamed Satan for making him do it, and then he was hanged.  Once dead, his body was cut down and burnt to ash.

 

After John Kello, Spott Church had many more Ministers, though no more who were murderers, murdered or executed.

 

I left the Skulferatu that accompanied me on my walk in a gap in a wall outside the church.

 

A photo showing a small ceramic skull (Skulferatu #108) being held up with Spott Parish Church in the background.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #108

 

A photo showing a small ceramic skull (Skulferatu #108) in a gap in a stone wall.  Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #108 in a gap in the wall outside the church

 

A photo showing a closer view of the small ceramic skull (Skulferatu #108) in a gap in a stone wall. Photo by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #108 in a gap in the wall outside the church

 

TomTom Map showing the location of Skulferatu #108
Map showing the location of Skulferatu #108

 

The coordinates for the location of the Skulferatu are –

 

Latitude 55.9722

Longitude -2.524426

 

what3words: masses.flags.settle

 

I used the following sources for information on Spott Parish Church –

 

The Examiner
No.843, Sunday, March 28, 1894

 

Twelve Scots Trials
by William Roughead
1913

 

Spott Church Website