Saturday 22 July 2023

A Rainy Day in Dumfries (1) Robert Burns Scotland 23 Part 5

Robert Burns and a Few Others

21-Jul-2023

Scotland
Dumfries & Galloway
Our ‘rainy day’ was actually 36 hours, and if it did not quite rain in every one of those hours, it was not for lack of trying.

Driving down from Findochty to Dumfries on Friday – a tiring 260 miles – we saw more sunshine than any other day for a week, but the dark clouds returned as our journey ended.

Dumfries, with a population of 45,000, is the largest town and administrative centre of Dumfries & Galloway, the third largest of Scotland’s 32 Council Districts and the third least densely populated mainland district

Findochty, Dumfries and the Dumfries & Galloway District

We checked in to the Hill Hotel/Guesthouse (see next post) and sought restaurant advice from our friendly landlady. Unlike some Scottish towns, Dumfries apparently offers a wide choice, but it was Friday night and Scotland has more diners than restaurant seats, so we went where we could get a table. After several phone calls we found a 7.30 niche at a large pub/restaurant in the town centre.

The 12-minute walk (dry on the way down, drizzle on the return) was welcome exercise after our long sit, and provided some orientation. The Cavens Arms offered a typical pub menu at reasonable prices, the food was well-cooked and the young, friendly staff worked hard ensuring the right plates and drinks arrived in timely manner on the right tables.

22-Jul-2023

The Robert (Rabbie) Burns Walking Trail

Robert Burns, Scotland's national poet, spent the last few years of his short life in and around Dumfries. Although born and brought up in Ayrshire, Burns is a co-opted ‘Doonhamer’ (Dumfries people call themselves Doonhamers because they live so far south that every journey ends with a return ‘down home’). Perversely, we joined the town’s Burns Walking Trail, at a site with no Burns connection.

The Dumfries Fountain

In 1832 a cholera epidemic struck Dumfries, the mass grave in St Michael's Churchyard names 400 victims, though there may have been many more. Cholera returned, with equal devastation, in 1848. Although it was six years before John Snow proved the connection between Cholera and contaminated water, many in Dumfries believed that a clean water supply could solve their recurring problem.

A pipeline was built from nearby Loch Rutton, water started flowing in October 1851 and a fountain was erected in the High Street to celebrate the event.

Dumfries Fountain - the 1882 version

That fountain was replaced by something much grander in 1882. It has recently been refurbished, and the boys who seem to be squeezing water out of dolphins laid over their knees or between their thighs (yes, it does look a bit odd) have been re-gilded.

The Midsteeple

In England it would be unusual, maybe impossible, to find a steeple unattached to a church, but this is the second free-standing, non-religious steeple of this brief Scottish sojourn. Every burgh must have a tolbooth, and in 1707 Dumfries decided to replace theirs with something more impressive, and this is it.

The Midsteeple in Dumfries' rain-dampened High street

Designed by Tobias Bachop in ‘Scottish Renaissance’ style it stands a short step along the High Street from the fountain. It once held the borough council chamber, and in July 1796 Robert Burns' body lay here prior to his burial. It is now a ‘ticket office and meeting place'.

The Robert Burns Statue

The other side of the Midsteeple is a marble statue of Robert Burns. Designed by Amelia Paton Hill and made by Italian craftsmen in Carrara, it was unveiled in 1882. Burns is accompanied by his Scots Collie, Luath, though the depiction suggests the Scots Collie was an unknown breed in Italy.

Burns Statue, Dumfries

Like all such works, Burns head provides a convenient perch for a seagull, when this photo was taken, though there was probably a pigeon next in the queue.

The Friary and Friar’s Vennel

The Greyfriars (Franciscan) Friary was dissolved in 1569 and later demolished, but it played a part in Scottish History.

King Alexander III of Scotland died in 1286 and his only heir, his 7-year-old granddaughter, died 3 years later.

Robert the Bruce and his Queen
Forman Armorial (1562) so maybe no at exact likeness
This power vacuum triggered 25 years of instability as various Scottish nobles advanced their own causes, while Edward I of England saw an opportunity to considerably enlarge his personal fiefdom.

The instability is known as the First Scottish War of Independence, the winner was Robert the Bruce. Two events, one in Dumfries in 1306, the other in 1307 contributed to his success.

By 1306, natural selection had whittled down the Scottish claimants to two, John Comyn and Robert the Bruce. They met to discuss their differences in the chapel of Greyfriars monastery, roughly where the Burns statue now stands. Robert the Bruce comprehensively won the argument by pulling out a knife and stabbing Comyn to death.

The Death of Comyn by Philippoteaux
The tartans and kilts are 300 hundred years too early

The Bruce thus became an insecure King Robert I. Fortunately for him Edward I of England died the next year. His son, Edward II lacked his father’s military and leadership skills and his Scottish ambitions were destroyed by Robert I at Bannockburn in 1314.

Although the friary is long gone, the lane leading from the Burns Statue to the River Nith is still known as Friar’s Vennel (vennel is a Scottish word for a narrow lane).

Friar's Vennel, Dumfries

Mr Rain-jacket stepped past me as I pressed the shutter. I cursed quietly and took several more shots without him. To my surprise the best was the first, his rain-jacket making a clear statement.

The Devorgilla Bridge

Friars Vennel reaches the river at the Devorgilla Bridge.

Alan, Lord of Galloway, died in 1234 without legitimate male issue and his daughter Devorgilla (a Latinization of the Gaelic ‘Dearbhfhorghaill’) succeeded him as Lady of Galloway. She funded Dumfries' Franciscan Friary, and also the first bridge on this site (c1270). That wooden structure was replaced by the current stone bridge in 1432. One of four Nith footbridges in Dumfries it remains in use and still bears her name.

The Devorgilla Bridge, Dumfries

Lady Devorgilla married into the Balliol family of Barnard Castle in County Durham. Her husband founded Balliol College, Oxford as penance after losing a land dispute with the Bishop of Durham. Being much richer, Lady Devorgilla provided the endowment. The list of Balliol College Alumni embraces a staggering array of the Great and the Good (four Nobel laureates and the King of Norway, among them). It also includes Boris Johnson.

The misty River Nith from the Devorgilla Bridge, Dumfries

Descended from Kings of Scotland, Devorgilla might have been a contender for the throne had she not died (aged 80ish) only months before the Maid of Norway. As it was, her son John Balliol did briefly become King, unfortunately, the Toon Tabard (Empty Coat) as he was known, lacked her fibre.

The Old Bridge House

At the other end of the bridge is the Old Bridge House Museum. The house was built in 1660, making it the oldest house in Dumfries though it is 200 years younger than the bridge.

The Old Bridge House Museum, Dumfries

In the early 1900s the council became the landlords and divided the house into two 3-room apartments. John and Annie Black moved into the upper flat in 1910. There was no electricity, running water or sanitation but they managed to raise six children here. John Black was a decorator who died when he fell and cracked his head (he liked a drink, perhaps a little too much). Annie, aka Granny Black was well known locally as an (unqualified) midwife and layer out of the dead. There is a photograph of her in her parlour, alongside that of her son John who joined the Royal Scots Fusiliers in World War I and died in France in 1917.

Granny Black and her son John

Granny Black lived here until her death in 1955. Much of the information about her comes from her grandson James Murray. Born in nearby Moffat, he is now 93 and during an illustrious career was professor of Applied Mathematics at the Universities of Oxford and Washington, quite a journey from the Old Bridge House in two generations.

The other rooms contain period clothes and furniture…

Old Bridge House Museum, Dumfries

…though one downstairs room houses the equipment of a 19th century Dumfries dental surgery. The foot-powered drill scares me.

19th century dentist's equipment, Dumfries

The Robert Burns Centre

200m along the riverbank, strategically close to the weir, is the town’s old mill. It is now the Robert Burns Centre. It is not a particularly remarkable building, but that is not my excuse for having no photograph. If only I had an excuse!

Downstairs we were greeted by two helpful and knowledgably staff members, and one of them accompanied us to the collection upstairs. ‘What do you know about Robert Burns?’ she asked as she she set the short film. ‘Very little,’ I replied.

Robert Burns by Alexander Naysmyth (1787) Scottish National Gallery 

This is what I did know. Burns born in the 18th century in Ayrshire, He was a farmer and exciseman, and became Scotland’s national poet. I know Burn’s night is the 25th of January and Lynne and I celebrate it every year, not, I am sorry to say out of veneration for Burns but because a) it is the only time haggis is widely available in Staffordshire, and b) it is an excuse for a night off from ‘dry January’. I can also mumble something about a wee tim'rous beastie, occasionally (mis)quote O wad some Power the giftie gie us, To see oursels as ithers see us! and sing a verse of Old Land Syne.

And this is what I learned. Burns died in 1796, aged only 37 probably from a rheumatic heart condition, aggravated by the long rides in all weathers required by working as an exciseman.

He saw himself as a songwriter more than a poet. The centre had recordings of forty or so songs and Lynne chose to play ‘Charlie is my Darling.’ She used to sing it at junior school and was amused to discover they had sung only the first and last verse - much of the rest being 'unsuitable'. Several (maybe all) the many volumes of The Complete Songs of Robert Burns are on YouTube. This link is to Volume 1

He was born in near poverty in 1759. His father was a farmer who needed his labour on the farm from a young age, but did not neglect his education.

In 1784 his father died, Burns first child was born in 1785 to his mother’s servant, but before the birth he was involved with Jean Armour, the daughter of a respectable stonemason who gave birth to twins in 1786. At the insistence of her father, they went through a traditional form of marriage.

Jean Armour, portrait from Burns cottage by John Alexander Gillfillan 1822
Burns died young, his portraits show a young man but the only portrait of the 'Belle of Mauchline' show her much later in life

The following year he was involved with a Mary Campbell and then accepted a job on a Jamaican sugar plantation. To raise funds for the voyage he published his first book of poems, which sold well enough for him to give up the Jamaican enterprise and go to Edinburgh. How his poetry and reputation would have changed had he spent several years working for slave owners is a matter of conjecture.

After a tumultuous four years he married Jean Armour (who by now had born him a second set of twins) properly in 1788 and moved to a farm at Ellisland near Dumfries. The farmland was poor and Burns worked as an excise man in addition to farming and writing to support his family. They quit the farm in 1791 and moved to the house in Dumfries we will visit later. Burns died there in 1799.

The sword carried by Burns as an exciseman, and his 'exciseman's trunk'

He continued to stray from the marital bed, though always returning to Jean Armour (as she seems to be known, not Mrs Burns). Burns acknowledged three illegitimate children while Jean bore him 9 - three surviving to adulthood. She took in in his last illegitimate daughter after his death, raising her as her own.

John Laurie’s House

A further 200m along the river is a short terrace of sturdy stone houses. No 1 Welldale Terrace was the childhood home of John Laurie. Born here in 1897 he attended Dumfries Academy and studied architecture before army service in World War I. On returning home he trained as an actor and enjoyed a long and busy career, becoming a household name in his later years as Private Frazer in the long running and still much repeated BBC sitcom Dad’s Army. He died in 1980, because, as Private Frazer would have said, ‘We're doomed! We're all doomed!’

John Laurie's childhood home, Welldale Terrace, Dumfries

The Burns Mausoleum

A suspension footbridge crosses the Nith outside John Laurie’s house.

Dumfries suspension bridge

St Michael’s church is near the other end. This version was built in the 1740s, but there has been a church on this site for over a thousand years.

St Michael's Dumfries

Robert Burns died 227 years and one day before our visit. All Dumfries came out to say farewell - except his wife, she was busy giving birth to their ninth child. His coffin was carried through crowded streets and he was laid to rest in the north west corner of St Michael’s churchyard.

The original site of Burns' grave

The churchyard looks full. The large slabs jostling for position are mostly memorials to the well-heeled of the 18th and 19th centuries. No doubt, they were all outstanding citizens, but when every memorial strives to be outstanding, none stand out, so William and Dorothy Wordsworth had great difficulty in finding Burns’ grave when they visited in 1803.

Money was raised for a larger memorial and in 1815 he was dug up and moved to a new mausoleum designed by James Wyatt. It is not great, but it would look less awful if it was not so out of place in a Scottish churchyard.

The Burn's Mausoleum, St Michael's Dumfries

In 1834 Jean Armour died and Burns was dug up again so she could be interred with him. On this occasion they made a plaster cast of his skull, now kept in the Burns centre. Weird or what?

Burns House

Between the church and Burns’ house is a statue of Jean Armour. She stood by him more steadfastly than he deserved, and showed remarkable compassion to his ‘irregular’ offspring. She deserves a statue and it is a shame it came as late as 2004.

Jean Armour, opposite St Michael's Church

Their house had six rooms and was comfortable, as 18th century houses go, but was not large – poetry does not pay, even for the national poet. Burns lived here from 1791 to his death in 1798, Jean Amour stayed on until her own death, 38 years later.

Burns' House, Dumfries

The parlour looks convincing….

Burns' parlour

…as does the kitchen...

Kitchen, Burns House, Dumfries

...but the furniture is of the right period but not Burns’ originals. An earlier drawing of the room in which Burns died, suggests this is the right room, but wrong bed.

The room where Burns died

The desk in his tiny writing room is one he used, though never in this house. The diamond tipped stylus with which he signed his name on the window is still here, as is his signature.

Burns writing room

Farewell to Robert Burns

That finished the Burns Trail, so we found a café for a belated sandwich and cup of tea. It would be perverse to leave Burns without an example of his work, and as we were still near the river, I offer you this poem:-

The Banks O’Nith (1789)

The Thames flows proudly to the sea,
Where royal cities stately stand;
But sweeter flows the Nith to me,
Where Comyns ance had high command.
When shall I see that honour'd land,
That winding stream I love so dear!
Must wayward Fortune's adverse hand
For ever, ever keep me here!

How lovely, Nith, thy fruitful vales,
Where bounding hawthorns gaily bloom;
And sweetly spread thy sloping dales,
Where lambkins wanton through the broom.
Tho' wandering now must be my doom,
Far from thy bonie banks and braes,
May there my latest hours consume,
Amang the friends of early days!

Part 5 A Rainy Day in Dumfries (2) Caerlaverock

Tuesday 18 July 2023

Pitmedden Gardens and Haddo House: Scotland '23 Part 3

A Restored Renaissance Garden and the Seat of the Earls of Aberdeen

A Brief Introduction


Scotland
Aberdeenshire
After driving north from Falkirk, we spent a week, as we did last year, in a borrowed cottage (thank you Jenny and Bob) in the delightful fishing village of Findochty, beside the Moray Firth. For no obvious reason Findochty is pronounced ‘Finechty.’ Our ‘outings,’ to Banff & Macduff, Pitmedden & Haddo House (near Oldmeldrum) and Lossiemouth & Elgin will be described in this and the previous and subsequent posts. The rest of the time we pottered happily about Findochty and Buckie. Some of that pottering fed into improvements (and one enlargement) of last year's Findochty, Portknockie and Cullen post.

Findochty to Oldmeldrum is just over 40 miles and takes and hour

Findochty to Oldmeldrum

After a leisurely breakfast we set out from Findochty and headed along the cost to Cullen where we crossed from Moray into Aberdeenshire and continued to Portsoy.

Moray and Aberdeen
Findochty is on the coast between Buckie and Cullen

Here we turned south-west on minor roads. Although only a quarter the size of the Highland District, Aberdeenshire is Scotland third largest council district, even without the city of Aberdeen which is a district in its own right. The Aberdeenshire's coast is studded with fishing ports, some tiny some substantial, the western side is mountainous and includes much of the Cairngorms National Park while the rest is rural. We drove along quiet roads traversing gently undulating farmland past fields of cereals and lush green pastures grazed by contented cows.

Aberdeenshire

We encountered a few villages, the occasional distillery and the small town of Turriff with its complicated one-way system, where we turned south toward Oldmeldrum.

Oldmeldrum (pop: 3,000) was important enough in 1672, to be made a Burgh of Barony. ‘Meldrum’ come from the Gaelic for a bald hill, the ‘old’ implies the existence of a Newmeldrum, though there has never been one.

The village of Pitmedden is five miles east of Oldmeldrum and we made our way to Pitmedden Gardens on the northern edge of the village.

Pitmedden Gardens

Sir Alexander Seton and his wife, Dame Margaret Lauder, established a house and garden here in 1675. The garden was noted for its geometric parterres, which, according to Wikipedia, are now the largest surviving parterres,, in Scotland. In the next paragraph the reader is informed that the house and garden was destroyed by a fire in 1807.

The parterres were restored by the National Trust for Scotland between 1951 and 1961. The rectangular garden has an upper and lower terrace and is set out, as Chinese Gardens often are, with its boundaries running (almost) precisely north, south, east and west. The parterres are on the Lower Terrace, the entrance is on the Upper Terrace, but the avenue of Yews almost demands you walk straight across the Upper Terrace and look down.

The Lower Terrace

The parterres are large and the Lower Terrace is not far below. The view would be better from a drone, but as I do not have one, here is a satellite picture (thank you Bing Maps).

Pitmedden Gardens from Bing maps

The colours are less dramatic from ground level…

The two northern parterres

…though the avenue continuing through from the Upper Terrace looks better from the ground.

The avenue through the Lower Terrace

The visitor can wander at will along the paths through the parterres and it is here the colours are found, nestled inside the lines of the hedge.

The south eastern parterre

As the original designs are lost, the restorers based three parterres on the 1647 plans for the garden of Holyrood Palace in Edinburgh, while the fourth section is a memorial to the Seton Family.

Inside a parterre

The strict formality of the geometric patterns may not be to everybody’s taste, but it is to mine. Flowers are not natural, they were bred to be the way they are, so gardeners are free to make use of them in the most artificial of patterns. The result is so….and it seems a pathetic little word…tidy, but I like tidiness, even if I often fail to achieve it in my own life. We saw a patchwork style of tidiness in the Madeira Botanical Gardens in April, so I am clearly not on my own with this.

Around the boundaries of the Lower Terrace are border flowerbeds with drifts of colourful plants for those less geometrically inclined.

One of the border flower beds

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The Orchard

A gate to the south of the parterres leads into an orchard of plum trees. There are several dozen trees, all looking much the same, though the planting diagram differentiates them into plums, damsons, greengages and a couple more I had never heard of – and should have written down at the time. Colin W kindly reminds me that one unremembered plum relatives was the Bullace. For his description of a bullace, see comments below.

Plum Trees, Pitmedden

The Upper Terrace

Having rushed through the Upper terrace on arrival, we returned for a closer look. Here, instead of recreating historical designs, they are re-imaging the garden for the modern world.

Upper Terrace, Pitmedden Gardens

The implementation will be naturalistic and sustainable (and I hope ‘sustainable’ is more than just a buzz word). Within the modern design the plantings are intended to recreate the colour palate of 17th century textiles, while mown s-shaped walkways echo 17th century architecture.

Upper Terrace, Pitmedden Gardens\

I expect many people will like this new garden, but my (weird?) preference remains for the strict geometric shapes below.

Pitmedden Gardens, Upper Terrace

Pitmedden Museum of Farming Life

The barn and farmhouse on the upper terrace contain a Museum of Farming Life.

Getting turnip seeds into the ground was important here in the 19th century. The museum has an old, and an even older way of doing it. Both could be pulled by a single horse, which given the width and weight of the blue painted machine, front of picture, seems remarkable.

Turnip drills, Pitmedden

There is, of course, the obligatory threshing machine, though they call this a ‘barn mill.’ Instead of being dragged from farm to farm by a traction engine, this one was fixed with a grain lift above.

Barn Mill, Pitmedden

Advancing into the 20th century, there is a Fordson tractor from the 1940s. My memory says that tractors were still this size in my childhood (late 50s/early 60s). I now sometimes find myself staring in wonder at the behemoths working our local fields or driving down the main street of the village. The Ford Motor Company (US) manufactured tractors under the Fordson name from 1917 to 1928, then stopped making tractors for a decade. The Ford Motor Company (UK) continued to develop and manufacture Fordson tractors until 1964. The N series, in the photograph, was produced in Dagenham between 1939 and 1952.

Fordson N Series Tractor, Pitmedden

We moved from the barn to the farmhouse. I do not have a date for either the building or the furnishing, but there is a cosy farm parlour….

Cosy parlour, Pitmedden

…. a kitchen with none of the conveniences we take for granted….

Kitchen, Pitmedden

….and a bedroom with accommodation for the two smallest children, though these probably come from different times. There is also a tiny sowing machine in the mantlepiece.

Bedroom, Pitmedden

It was now well past lunchtime, so we had a snack and a cup of tea in the Pitmedden café and then set off for...,

Tarves and the Tolquhon Tomb

The village of Tarves is some 3 miles north of Pitmedden. Tolquhon Castle is half way between the villages, though not on the road.

Most of the now ruined castle was built by William Forbes, 7th Laird of Tolquhon between 1584 and 1589. He died in 1596, and his remains, and those of his wife Elizabeth Gorden are interred in the Tolquhon Altar Tomb.

Despite some sources saying otherwise, the tomb is not in Tolquhon Castle but at St. Englat’s Parish Kirk in Tarves. Ignoring the castle, we drove straight to Tarves, parked in the small square and walked to the Parish Kirk. The previous kirk having become unsafe, a new kirk was built in 1798. It stands beside the remains of its predecessor, and the Tolquhon Tomb is incorporated into a surviving wall of the old church, beneath an unlovely Perspex porch erected by Historic Scotland.

The Tolquhon Tomb, Tarves

The Tomb, built by Thomas Leper in 1589 perhaps to William Forbes design, is an arched altar tomb with mixed gothic and Renaissance motifs. That pedimented setting and classical surround probably date from 1798. Small figure of Forbes and his wife stand at either end of the arch apparently staring sadly across the huge empty space between them.

Around 60 recumbent tombstones populate the old church floor, Four, early and well carved, 16th/17th century tombstones have been propped up against the wall.

Four tombstones, Tarves

Haddo House

Haddo House is 3 miles north of Tarves, down the end of a very long drive - I think, it is hard to tell where the public road ended and the drive began.

The Haddo branch of the Gordons descend from John Gordon, who fought as a Royalist against the Covenanters in the Civil War and was created Baronet in 1642. The Third Baronet, George Gordon was a noted lawyer who became Chancellor of Scotland and was created Earl of Aberdeen in 1682.

Work on Haddo House started under the Third Earl in 1732.

Haddo House - this is just the gatehouse

Like Duff House in Banff and half a dozen more major houses in Scotland. Haddo House was designed by William Adam in Georgian Palladian style.


Haddo House - just the central block

George Hamilton Gordon
Photo: John Jabez Edwin Mayal
National Portrait Gallery (Pub Dom)
The 4th Earl, George Hamilton-Gordon (the Hamilton came from his wife’s family) had a career as a diplomat and parliamentarian and was Prime Minister from 1852 to 1855. He reluctantly led Great Britain into the Crimean War.

The 7th Earl was upgraded to 1st Marquess in 1916. Since 2020, the title has been held by the 8th Marquess, another George Gordon - aristocrats tend to be economical with names. He does not live in Haddo House, which was given to the National trust for Scotland in 1979.

The exterior might be Georgian, but the interior had a late Victorian makeover. The National Trust usual permits photography inside their buildings, but they do not own the content of Haddo House, and their owners take a different view.

Haddo House, showing the central section and both wings

We took the guided tour which showed us the furniture, the family portraits and James Giles’ 85 paintings of Aberdeenshire castles.

We also saw the table, menu and place cards from a dinner party hosted by the first Marquess in 1884. Among those attending were William Gladstone, then in the second of his four terms as Prime Minister, his wife Catherine, his daughter, educationist Helen Gladstone, and future Prime Minister, Archibald Primrose.

Dinner at Haddo House. 1884

I can show you a picture of that. Dinner in Haddo House 1884 was painted by Alfred Edward Emslie and is in the National Portrait Gallery – though we missed it when we visited in November 2023. The picture is in the public domain.

Back to Findochty

We had not gone far from Haddo House when we were hit by a tremendous downpour, a storm that has you creeping along at 15 mph while wondering if the rain drops hammering on the car roof will actually dent it. Fortunately, such force cannot last for long and we drove of the way back in watery sunshine as a steamy mist rose from the roads.