Wednesday, 20 July 2022

Huntly and Fyvie: Scotland '22 Part 5

Two Very Different Castles and Some Shortbread

Setting the Scene


Scotland
Moray
After driving north from Glasgow, we spent the next week in a borrowed cottage (thank you Jenny and Bob) in the delightful fishing village of Findochty, pronounced (for no obvious reason) ‘Finechty’, beside the Moray Firth. During our week we travelled west as far as Culloden, east as far as Scotland goes, south to Huntly and Fyvie and north to the harbour wall. This post is about the journeys south to Huntly and Fyvie.

Our travels around Findochty just about fit into the red oval

19-Jul-2022

Huntly


Aberdeenshire
Huntly is 18 miles (29 Km) south of Findochty, as the crow flies, but there is no direct route and the pleasant drive through rolling, green Aberdeenshire countryside took 40 minutes or more.

The small town (pop: 4,500) sits between the rivers Deveron and Bogie, just above their confluence. Traces of neolithic settlement have been found in the area and the remains of an Iron Age Hill Fort are still visible a mile east of the modern town centre. During the first millennium CE there was a large Pictish settlement at Tap o' Noth a couple of miles to the south.

Moray and Aberdeen with Huntly and Fyvie ringed

Huntly Castle

The Pictish language and culture died out (exactly how or why remains unknown) and it was the Gaelic speaking Donchaid McDuff, Earl of Fife who built the first motte-and-bailey castle, known as Strathbogie Castle, at the confluence in 1180. Robert the Bruce stayed here in 1307 before defeating one of his rivals during his struggle to establish himself King of Scotland.

The motte of the original Strathbogie Castle

Seven years later, David of Strathbogie swapped sides on the eve of the Battle of Bannockburn, deserting the future winner, Robert the Bruce, for the loser, King Edward II of England. After the battle Robert the Bruce, now the unchallenged King of Scotland, gave Strathbogie to the more reliable Sir Adam Gordon of Huntly. Despite their origins in far away Berwickshire, in southeast Scotland, Clan Gordon would become one of the most influential clans in the northeast.

Records from this period are sketchy, but apparently the Gordons did not bother replacing the wooden castle until it burned down in 1452. Then, Alexander Gordon, the first Earl of Huntly built a strong stone rectangular tower house adjacent to the original motte.

For the next 250 years the Earls, later Marquesses of Huntly, then Dukes of Gordon backed the wrong sides; the Catholics in the Reformation, the Royalists in the Civil War, James II in the Glorious Revolution and finally the Jacobite incursions. Although one or two came to a sticky end, they twisted and turned and somehow magicked their ‘strong rectangular tower house’ into, quite literally, a palace. They lost that after the Civil War, but kept their money and continued to upgrade their titles.

Despite rebelling against Mary Queen of Scots, being declared an outlaw and dying of apoplexy (allegedly) when arrested, the 4th Earl, George Gordon (known as the Cock o’ the North) was responsible for extensively remodelled the castle in the 1550s, the period just before his life became ‘interesting’.

Huntly Castle as it is now, after all the re-modelling, and the ruination.

His grandson (another George) the 6th Earl and 1st Marquis of Huntly was educated in France and introduced new architectural ideas. The lower building to the right of the four-storey palace included a loggia, because northern Scotland’s weather is uniquely favourable to a north facing outdoor seating area (on one or two days a year, maybe).

The Gordon's Grand Design

A full inventory from 1648 exists, and the Historic Environment Scotland sign board above gives the highlights. It also shows part of the loggia, with nobody sitting around waiting for someone else to invent the barbecue.

This was actually the rear, the front was round the other side, across a courtyard containing the remains of outbuildings and the footing of the ‘strong rectangular tower house’.

Huntly Castle and the courtyard at the front

The 1st Marquis was responsible for the grand tower with much heraldry above the door.

The Great Tower, Huntly Castle

Inside you can descend to the brewhouse, kitchen or bake house; there is also a prison.

The Bake House

Upstairs the grander rooms do not look so comfortable when they are bare stone…

One of the Grander rooms

…but the fireplaces hint at what they may have been. The one below, placed in a public room by Henrietta Stewart the 1st Marchioness in 1600, has the Royal Arms of James VI placed centrally, with the monogram of the marquis and marchioness below. The top has been defaced, probably because it contained some catholic imagery.

Fireplace, Huntly Castle

While in a room used for entertaining the most favoured guests, she placed her husband and herself in the mantelpiece.

Another Huntly Castle fireplace

The castle played its part in the Civil War. The 2nd Marquis (another George Gordon) was the last Gordon to live there. As a prominent catholic and a royalist, his refusal to sign the protestant Covenant resulted in his execution at the Market Cross in Edinburgh in 1649.

The 1648 inventory, mentioned above was made when George Gordon was on the run. The house was then cleared and the Gordons never returned. It was used on an ad hoc basis by both sides during the Jacobite uprisings, but was then left to become a quarry for local housebuilders.

Huntly Castle was left to deteriorate

In the 19th century attitudes changed and the ruin was looked after. In 1923 it became a Scheduled Monument in the care of Historic Environment Scotland.

The Gordons may have lost their castle, but did well enough otherwise being raised from the rank of Marquis to Duke of Gordon. Marriages have brought the Dukedoms of Gordon, Lennox and Richmond together and the current incumbent styles himself Charles Lennox-Gordon, 11th Duke of Richmond and lives in the sort of style you might expect.

Huntly Town

Originally growing up to service the castle, the 17th and 18th centuries saw Huntly (formerly Milton of Strathbogie) develop as a market town with merchants and artisans serving the surrounding countryside. Largely rebuilt by Alexander Gordon, 4th Duke of Gordon, in the late 18th century, Huntly became a planned town with roads on a grid-pattern.

Straight streets crossing at right angles, Huntly

Although hampered by its isolation the town became a centre for the growing of flax and production of linen, and the early 19th century saw the population grow from around 1,000 in 1800 to 2,500 in 1834, despite the post-Napoleonic War depression. In 1845 the arrival of the railway boosted the economy; Huntly station, on the Aberdeen-Inverness line, is still in use. The late but swift Scottish Agricultural Revolution saw capitalist agriculture replace peasant farming and by the mid-19th century Huntly had become an important market and shipping centre – at the cost of a depopulated countryside.

Stewarts Hall, built as Huntly Town Hall in 1875, now a venue for concerts and other entertainments

In 1836 George Duncan Gordon, 5th Duke of Gordon died without legitimate issue and the title died with him. In 1862 a second creation of the title saw Charles Henry Gordon-Lennox, 6th Duke of Richmond add 1st Duke of Gordon to his portfolio. As his main seat was at Goodwood in Surrey, some 900km to the south, it is legitimate to wonder what sort of a reception he received in Huntly. Surprisingly his tenants immediately raised money to put up a statue to him, but then he was a nephew of the old 5th Duke.

Charles Henry Gordon-Lennox, Huntly

Today Huntly is, in part, an Aberdeen commuter town, but local employment is available on a substantial industrial estate. One of the town’s notable companies is Dean’s, makers of highly rated shortbread and other comestibles. Founded in 1985 they opened a purpose-built bakery in 1999 and a ‘bistro’ in 2007. We thought it a good place to lunch. While I do like their shortbread, particularly the lemon version, and we made good use of their shop, we were a little disappointed that the ‘bistro’ is in fact just a ‘cafeteria on an industrial estate.’

Dean's Bistro, Huntly

Buckie and District Fishing Heritage Centre

On our way home we passed through the local metropolis of Buckie (it’s got a Tescos and everything!) and stopped at the Fishing Heritage Centre.

Run by volunteers they have artefacts, photos, models, a serious archive and three elderly men (so about my age, then) who were keen to talk about their experiences at sea.

Fishing boats, Buckie Fishing Heritage Mueum

For some reason we started discussing railways and they asked what we knew about the Moray Coast Railway. Apart from observing the viaduct in Cullen and that Findochty had a Station Street, but no station, we knew little.

Completed in 1886, it ran for 25 miles from Portsoy to Elgin linking two pre-existing lines. It did good business in the early years but struggled in the second half of the 20th century. The first station closed in 1951 and it withered away to full closure in 1968 when the tracks were removed. We were asked if we would like to see a film taken from the cab of a steam train and speeded up to cover the whole journey in a few minutes. We would.

I am glad we dropped in, they were good people and the film was well worth seeing.

20-July 2022

Findochty to Fyvie

Next day we made a similar journey, first heading east through Cullen where the road threads its way through the arches of the viaduct that once carried the Moray Coast Railway over the lower part of the village.

Cullen and its viaduct - and a rainshower

Again, we drove through the green and gently undulating country of eastern Aberdeenshire. We took a different route from yesterday, heading further east and then south through Turriff to Fyvie. The roads are not large, but they are largely untroubled by traffic.

The green Aberdeenshire countryside

Turriff is a town, a little smaller than Huntly, and rather less self-important, but a town nonetheless. Fyvie is not. Having set the satnav for Fyvie Castle, we were 10km south of Turriff, and 2km short of Fyvie with a forest to our right and a high brick wall to our left when the satnav announced our arrival.

Fyvie Castle

Fyvie itself is just off the main road, and in the village we found a sign to the castle. A drive through the extensive grounds took us to the car park from where a garden path, for want of a better description, wound through some woods…

Approaching Fyvie Castle

… and after a final turn to Fyvie Castle. Unlike Huntly it is not a ruin, also unlike Huntly it is owned by the Scottish National Trust so we had free entrance as English National Trust Members.

Fyvie Castle

The first castle may have been built as early as 1211 by William the Lion (William I of Scotland) making it older than first wooden fort at Huntly. Just over 100 years later Robert the Bruce held an open-air court here. In 1390, it ceased to be a royal stronghold and possession passed to a series of five successive families – the Prestons, Meldrums, Setons, Gordons and Leiths – each of whom left their mark on the building, and erected a new tower (though the Leith Tower is really a projecting wing).

The result is a large and complicated building. Seen from above it is L-shaped with a second smaller L attached to the upstroke, it is a building that grew organically, without being planned.

Fyvie Castle, main façade

From the front, the Preston tower built between 1390 and 1433 is on the right. It is tempting to call it the oldest visible part of the castle, any stones left from the days of William the Lion will be in the foundations. But it looks no older than the Meldrum Tower on the left (1433-1596) or the Seton Tower, interpolated between them in 1599. The shape might be organic but the building does not have obviously old and new parts.

Inside the House


Grand Hall, Fyvie Castle

From the Main Hall in the Seton Tower, where we waited for the guided tour to start, a wheel staircase delivers visitors to the upper floors. It is a development of the common-or-garden medieval spiral staircase, but much wider, much more gently graded and with even steps. If I had realised it was important, I would have photographed it, but I didn’t. Allegedly the younger Gordons were known to race their horses down it.

This led us to the Billiards Room…

Billiards Room, Fyvie Castle 

…and then to a dining room.

Dining Room, Fyvie Castle

The final owner before the National Trust, Alexander Forbes-Leith was born in Aberdeen in 1847. The son of an admiral he joined the Royal Navy aged 13 and by 22 was a Lieutenant. He left the navy and went to America where in 1871 he married Marie Louise January, whose father was director of an Illinois steel mill. There is a portrait of her by Francisque-Edouard Bertier in the dining room.

Marie Louise January, Fyvie Castle

Forbes-Leith had his own career in the steel industry, and became a partner in a merchant bank. By 1889 he had made his pile and bought Fyvie Castle. He poured money into its restoration and moved here with his wife, son and daughter. What we see today is a Scottish architectural extravaganza on the outside and early 20th century luxury living on the inside.

We continued into a comfortable sitting room.

Sitting Room, Fyvie Castle

Most of the art on the walls is from the Forbes-Lieth collection, but not the painting of a warlike, young (if thinning on top) highlander with an inappropriate classical background. The portrait by Pompeo Batoni is of Colonel William Gordon and was commissioned by Gordon in 1766 on his Grand Tour.

Col William Gordon

Among the many paintings are works by Thomas Gainsborough, John Millais and 13 portraits by the Scottish artist Henry Raeburn, best known for The Skating Minister.

There are other sitting and dining rooms, a library and some bedrooms, but I think we have the idea.

Library with person entering. Why did I not do this shot again?

During the long pre-Leith-Forbes era, the house (allegedly) collected several ghosts and has the reputation of being one of Britain’s most haunted. Although our guide told these stories with relish and seemed to believe them, I will not waste time on such nonsense.

Outside the House

We lunched in the wee tea room and proceeded outside.

Like all 18th century aristocrats worth their salt, the Gordons landscaped their grounds and created gardens.

Lawn and a collection of magnificent, mature native trees

It is easy to believe such people spent their vast and often unearned wealth with frivolity and narcissism – maybe William Gordon struck that pose in those garments against that background with due irony, or maybe not. But, to be fair, many planted trees, not for themselves or even the next generation, but for those of us who have come after, and we should thank them for that - and do the same.

And we can enjoy their walled gardens…

Walled Garden, Fyvie Castle

…and an impressive onion patch.

Now that's an onion patch, Fyvie Castle

And having done that, we drove back north to Findochty.

Monday, 18 July 2022

Fraserburgh and Portsoy: Scotland '22 Part 4

Lighthouses and a Salmon Bothy

Setting the Scene


Scotland
Moray
After driving north from Glasgow we spent the next week in a borrowed cottage (thank you Jenny and Bob) in the delightful fishing village of Findochty, pronounced (for no obvious reason) ‘Finechty’, beside the Moray Firth. During our week we travelled west as far as Culloden, east as far as Scotland goes, south to Huntly and Fyvie and north to the harbour wall. This post is about the journey east to Fraserburgh.
Our travels around Findochty fit neatly into the red oval

Findochty to Fraserburgh

Findochty to Fraseburgh is 54km (33miles) as the crow flies, but as almost the whole route would be over water, it is strictly a bird route. The A98 makes a dip to the south pushing the distance up to 69km (43miles). It makes the driving easier, but I tapped ‘shortest’ rather than ‘recommended’ to make life more interesting.

Moray and Aberdeen

Aberdeenshire
Findochty is too small to appear on the map above but it lies on the coast between Buckie and Cullen. Beyond Cullen we left Moray and entered the ‘council district’ of Aberdeenshire.

The A98 took us to Portsoy (of which more later) and from there our sat nav selected a direct approach to Banff along the B9139. The extraordinarily narrow road ran across flat farm land, with a view of the sea to the left – or so I am told, I kept my eyes on the road. We saved about 1km on an 8km journey, but it took longer and the breaking and accelerating probably used more fuel.

Banff and Macduff (they have their own post here) are small towns either side of the mouth of the River Deveron. Until the 1975 reorganisation, Banff was the county town of Banffshire. The coast of Banffshire ran from west of Buckie to Gardenstown, while the hinterland straggled southwest in the shape of a carelessly wrung out floorcloth. It is now divided between Moray and Aberdeenshire.

The B9031 from Macduff to Fraserburgh is pleasant road that cuts off the southern loop of the A98, but introduces plenty of smaller digressions of its own. The road runs mostly through farmland on a plateau some 100m above the coastal strip but at Pennan it descends to the harbour. Half a mile before the village the road drops steeply out of view suggesting that if you put your foot down hard you would take off and soar serenely out to the sea. Actually, you wouldn’t.

Fraserburgh and The Museum of Scottish Lighthouses

We drove through Fraserburgh to our destination, Kinnaird Head on the north east corner of the town and a candidate for the most north-easterly point in Scotland. Scotland’s particular shape provides a second candidate, Duncansby Head near John o’ Groats which is much further north but nowhere near so far east. As there is no definition of ‘most north-easterly’, it’s your choice.

The award winning Fraserburgh Heritage Centre would have been worth a visit, but unfortunately Storm Arwen removed the roof in November 2019. The volunteers who run the Heritage Society still seem to be active online, but there is as yet no sign of a re-opening, or re-roofing.

Fraserburgh Heritage Centre

On the same site is the rather better roofed Fraserburgh Museum of Scottish Lighthouses. We popped through the Hobbit hole to buy tickets, then popped out again and walked round the back.

Museum of Scottish Lighthouses, Fraserburgh

It is a reasonable possibility that a lighthouse museum might contain a lighthouse, but not inside the building, obviously. The Kinnaird Head Lighthouse, round the back, is a remarkable, possibly unique example.

Kinnaird Head Castle and Lighthouse

Sir Alexander Fraser, 8th laird of Philorth, an area to the south of the modern town, built himself a castle on Kinnaird Head in 1570. Nine years later he built a port nearby and in 1588 he obtained a charter establishing it as a 'burgh of barony'. His building works having combined the villages of Faithlie and Broadsea, he successfully sought the right to rename the newly created town Fraserburgh.

One Fraser or another lived in the castle until they ran out of Frasers in 1764. In 1787 the building was leased to the Northern Lighthouse Board which had been set up ten years earlier to improve safety at sea. Thomas Smith, the board’s first chief engineer set a whale oil lantern backed by an array of parabolic reflectors on the castle tower. The most powerful light of its day it, was visible from as much as 22km.

In 1824 Robert Stevenson erected a new lighthouse tower within the castle with a new improved lantern and reflector array.

Robert Stevenson was the stepson and former apprentice of Thomas Smith. He built 18 lighthouses in his career, the most remarkable being the Bell Rock Lighthouse, 11km east of the Firth of Tay and the oldest sea-washed lighthouse still standing. He also spawned a dynasty of lighthouse engineers, the family tree being set out in the adjacent museum.

The Stevenson family

Alan Stevenson, installed a first order dioptric lens at Kinnaird Head in 1851. The first purpose-built accommodation blocks were designed by David and Thomas Stevenson in 1853. In 1902 David Alan Stevenson installed a flashing lens apparatus designed by himself and his brother Charles Alexander Stevenson that was visible form 40km away. The black sheep of the family was Robert Louis Stevenson, author of Treasure Island, Kidnapped and more, but he was as successful in his chosen career as the rest of the family were in theirs.

I also learned not to confuse Robert Stevenson with Robert Stephenson, member of another dynasty of engineers, but railway rather than lighthouse focussed. Robert Stephenson was busy building ‘Stephenson’s Rocket’ when Robert Stevenson was industriously constructing Tarbert Ness lighthouse.

Climbing the stairs of Robert Stevenson’s new tower….

Climbing Stevenson new tower, Kinnaird Head lighthouse

….we dropped in on the keeper’s room, looking untouched since the 1970s. There was always a duty keeper in case of emergency and, in the early days, to carry the oil up the stairs and replenish the tanks.

Keeper's accommodation, Kinnaird Head lighthouse

Emerging on the roof of the castle…

On the roof of Kinnaird Head Castle

…there is a good view over the town of Fraserburgh…

Fraserburgh

…and over the docks. Fraserburgh is a major fishing port, the largest shellfish port in the UK and one of the largest in Europe.

Fraserburgh fishing port

You can also look down on the modern lighthouse, which does not need a fulltime keeper, and the now redundant foghorn.

The modern Kinnaird Head lighthouse

Back inside the lighthouse, we inspected the business end…

The business end of Kinnaird Head lighthouse

…before descending the steps to see the Kelvin diesel engines installed in 1950, replacing the earlier paraffin fuelled engines which had replaced the youngest keeper manhandling the fuel up the stairs.

Kelvin 44-HP diesel engines

Outside we had a look at the Stevenson designed keeper’s accommodation…

Stevenson designed keeper's accommodation, Kinnaird Head

…and then made our way into the museum itself. The Kinnaird Head lighthouse was by far the most interesting part of the museum. Inside, the display of lenses and reflectors would have been interesting to the specialist, but apart from the pleasing shapes, meant little to the average lighthouse ignoramus like me. On the other hand, I always appreciate photographs of lighthouses standing on lone wave-lashed rocks way out to sea.

Fraserburgh Lighthouse Museum

Lunchtime arrived so we dropped in to the museum café. The chicken stuck between two slabs of bread had been freshly cooked, not taken from a packet and pinged in a microwave. That earned a bonus point.

Record Temperatures

Driving back west, the brilliant sunshine displayed the coastline at its best.

Driving west from Fraserburgh

It had been breezy up the lighthouse, Kinnaird Head Lighthouse holds the record for the UK’s highest ever low-altitude wind speed (142 mph (229 km/h) in February 1989) and it was not until we stopped for fuel at a less exposed location that we realised how warm it was. The 18th and 19th of July 2022 saw temperature records set in Scotland, Wales and England. Coningsby in Lincolnshire recorded a toasty 40.3°C, while Charterhill in the Scottish Borders set a more modest Scottish record of 34.8. Beside the Moray Firth, some 230 km further north, it was, of course, cooler, the temperature gauge in my car read a steady 28°, though for some reason the Met. Office does not accept that as an official record.

Portsoy and its Salmon Bothy

Portsoy is bigger than most surrounding villages with a well-defined centre. Leaving the main road we descended towards the picturesque harbour nestling at the base of a small headland. The harbour has enjoyed something of a showbusiness career, appearing in Peaky Blinders and starring in the 2016 remake of Whisky Galore!

Whisky Galore!

There was a DVD of Whisky Galore! in our borrowed cottage, so we watched it one evening. During WW2, when whisky is rationed, a ship carrying 50,000 cases of Scotch runs aground off the fictional island of Todday. The customs officer, the home guard, the police and the islanders all have their own ideas about what should happen next. Compton Mackenzie’s novel was written in 1947 and he wrote the screen play for the 1949 film which puts the 2016 version at a disadvantage, but the setting is beautiful photographed, the cast led by Gregor Fisher and Eddy Izzard seem to have enjoyed making it and we enjoyed watching it. It had mixed reviews; I understand why it did not go well in America, but the British reviewer who described the film as Too restrained and polite to really grip the attention missed the whole point. There are no real villains, there is no shooting, no loud explosions, no special effects, but who needs them?

Round the other side of the headland is Links Bay…

Links Bay, Portsoy

…which is the wide mouth of the tiny Burn of Durn. I suspect this is not a true ria, but that is a question for a geography teacher, not a former maths teacher.

Links Bay and the mouth of the Burn of Durn, Portsoy

Beside Links Bay is the Portsoy Salmon Bothy…

Portsoy salmon bothy

…and what, you might well ask, is a salmon bothy?

A bothy, from the Gaelic bothan meaning a hut, is a basic shelter, left unlocked and available for anyone to use free of charge. They were intended for estate workers and farmers but the decline of hill farming means upland bothies are now mostly used by hill walkers.

The Portsoy salmon bothy was purpose built in 1834 by the Seafield Estate, owners of the local salmon fishing rights. Larger and more elaborate than a standard bothy, it provided an office, ice house, fish preparation area, workshop and storage accommodation as well as shelter and sleeping accommodation for the fishery workers.

Ice chamber, Portsoy salmon bothy

Stake-net salmon fishing began near the mouth of the burn in 1828 and continued until 1990 when the decline in salmon numbers brought it to a halt.

Boat used by salmon fishermen, Portsoy salmon bothy

The bothy was left unused until 2008 when it was acquired by Portsoy Community Enterprise who raised money for its restoration. It now houses a museum in the former ice chamber while the netting loft is a community space and venue used for performances and by local clubs and societies

Back to Findochty

By some remarkable co-incidence we arrive back at Findochty at precisely beer o’clock – strange how often that happens.

Beer o'clock, Findochty

Sunshine always attracts kids to the water, and quite a crowd spent several hours taking turns to demonstrate their bravado by jumping off the harbour wall. The air was warm, but the water may not have been and most seemed, at least from our distance, to be wearing wet suits.

Jumping off the harbour wall, Findochty

Later we walked as far north as we would venture on this trip to see the evening sun illuminating the Moray Firth.

The Moray Firth, Findochty