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Tuesday 9 August 2022

Skulferatu #78 - Old Shack, Wanlockhead, Dumfries and Galloway

 

It was summer again and so I headed off on a little summer holiday to sunny Dumfries and Galloway.  A rather lovely and somewhat desolate feeling county, though one with plenty to see and do.  My first stop was back to Wanlockhead – an old lead mining village which is also the highest village in Scotland.  This is somewhere I visited last year and had also been to several times before, many decades ago, on trips with the school and also with the family of a friend.  A family who were massively into wild camping (though we just called it camping back in the Seventies), wild swimming (though we just called it swimming in a river, a lake, the sea, etc. back in the Seventies) and long, long walks over rugged countryside.  I have to say that even though I was, and still am, a lazy sod who could easily stay in bed most of the day, I did actually enjoy holidays with my friend’s family.  They were quite action packed and the walks always seemed to end at a pub, where his parents got a beer and us kids got Cola and crisps, or maybe even a packet of KP salted peanuts – a massive treat back in the Seventies.

 

When I was here last year, everything was hidden in swirling mountain mists and was very eerie and lonely with a sort of mystical atmosphere.  Today, on one of the hottest days of the year it all looked very different.  For someone from a colder climate everything always looks different in the sunshine though, it sort of takes on the look and the feel of somewhere more exotic.  Well, that is until you notice that everyone you pass is half naked with their bare skin in varying shades of pasty white and lobster red, as they make the best of the brief Scottish summer sun.  ‘It’s no summer ‘til ma skins peeling in red strips fae ma body’ seemed to be the common philosophy of many of those I saw out today...including myself.  Even the sheep wandering around the hills all appeared to be half naked, given that they were all newly shorn of their fleeces.  They frolicked around, some locking horns and play fighting while others kept a wary eye out, watching over passing strangers.

 

A photo of a row of cottages at Wanlockhead, with a hill behind them and a blue summer sky above.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Miners’ Cottages at Wanlockhead

 

A photo of a grey looking and sort of pyramid shaped slag heap standing in green looking countryside, with hills in the background.   Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
The slag heap at New Glencrieff Mine

 

A photo showing a broken sign in the foreground that reads Danger Keep Out, with the slag head of New Glencrieff Mine at Wanlockhead in the background.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Danger Keep Out

 

A photo of a group of shorn sheep standing by a small, crumbling concrete building on the hillside at Wanlockhead.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Some shifty looking shorn sheep

 

As I was out walking today, I passed a small, tumbledown shack and had to go and have a closer look.  It was one of these buildings that is a patchwork of materials replacing all the bits that have long since rotted away.  Bits replaced so many times that the original building is probably long gone with only the space inside remaining the same.  I’m always fascinated by these sort of buildings, as even though they are built for purely practical reasons they acquire a uniqueness and a character from all the patching and repairing that goes into keeping them standing.  There is almost a love that goes into the building and keeping it there, keeping it from falling down.  Keeping it as an integral part of the history of those who use it, have used it, and of the landscape it sits in.

 

A photo of an old shack standing in a grassy hollow with trees around it.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
An old shack in a grassy hollow

 

A photo of an old shack standing in a grassy hollow with trees around it.  The shack is made up of a patchwork of lots of different materials such as wood, corrugated iron and piles of rocks.   Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
A patchwork of repairs

 

A photo of the other side of the old shack showing a broken window in a window frame lying against it and a pile of rusting wire just up from it.   Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Old shack at Wanlockhead

 

Sitting in a grassy hollow in the sunlight, the shack looked almost like the fairy tale abode of some character fallen on hard times, or maybe the hovel of some wicked witch with a warty nose.  I knocked on the door at the front to see if anyone was in, but no-one answered.  Maybe they couldn’t hear me above the noise of the singing birds and buzzing insects.  Or maybe in the darkness within there were two yellow eyes staring malevolently at me, thinking how they could boil me up in their cauldron and make soup with my bones...though probably the only things watching me were a few dozen spiders and several mice, so much like being at home then.

 

Another photo of the shack showing the tumbledown state it is in, with holes in the roof.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Tumbledown old shack

 

A photo from just up the hill by the shack looking down on it and the trees growing around it.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Old shack in Wanlockhead

 

I left the Skulferatu that accompanied me on my walk in amongst a pile of rocks being used to prop up one of the walls of the shack.

 

A photo of a small ceramic skull (Skulferatu 78) being held up in front of the old, tumbledown shack in Wanlockhead.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #78

 

A photo of a small ceramic skull (Skulferatu 78) lying amongst the rocks making up one of the walls of the old shack.   Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #78 in a pile of rocks propping up the shack

 

A close up photo of a small ceramic skull (Skulferatu 78) lying amongst the rocks making up one of the walls of the old shack.  Photograph by Kevin Nosferatu for the Skulferatu Project.
Skulferatu #78 in a pile of rocks propping up the shack

 

Google Map showing the location of Skulferatu #78
Map showing the location of Skulferatu #78

 

The coordinates for the location of the Skulferatu are –

 

Latitude 55.399701

Longitude -3.789647