Thursday 8 July 2021

Moray (1): Forres: Scotland '21 Part 3

Macbeth, Findhorn and Sueno's Stone

Why Moray?


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Moray
In September 2013 we visited North Korea. That is a strange start to a post about a town in Northern Scotland; you might even think Forres and Pyongyang have little in common, and you would be right.

That 2013 trip was the only group tour we have taken in our various travels. The other 13 members of group (and I am still in touch with several) were interesting and well-travelled people What we had in common was that between us, North Korea was the last country on earth none of us had previously visited (I exaggerate, but only slightly).

We found we had a substantial overlap in interests and places visited with Norma and Wilson who, when they are not travelling, are residents of the town of Forres in Moray. (Ah! We have a connection.) Their invitation to visit encountered problems finding a window when we were both available, then a firmish arrangement fell to the Covid demon, but now we have made it, and they housed us, fed us and advised us with great generosity.

Lynne (left) with Norma and Wilson outside their home in Forres

08-July-2021

Forres: Arrival and Orientation

We left the A9 Perth to Inverness road at Aviemore, followed the Spey Valley to Grantown and turned north towards Forres.

Moray (My thanks and apologies to the copyright holders of these maps!)

Dava Moor north of Grantown is not highlands, but is wild and wet country where few choose to settle. Shakespeare located Duncan’s castle in Forres which makes Dava Moor the ‘blasted heath’ where Macbeth met the witches. The historical Macbeth did succeed Duncan as King of Alba and violence was involved, but otherwise Macbeth (the play) is a product of Shakespeare’s fertile imagination.

Once beyond the moor, the landscape changes, becoming softer and gentler. The coastal plain of the north-facing coast from Inverness eastwards is speckled with small towns, set in rich agricultural land.

Forres, population 10,000, is one such town, a tidy and prosperous looking place. We followed Norma and Wilson’s directions to their home on its south-eastern edge with open fields on three sides. Their view includes the spring providing water for the Benromach distillery just across town.

After a warm welcome and refreshments, we set out on an orientation tour.

From Califer Hill viewpoint, 10 minutes’ drive east of Forres we looked north towards the sea. The coast of the Moray Firth is 10km away but the nearest part of Findhorn Bay (a tidal basin rather than a true bay) is just over half that distance.

Findhorn Bay and the Moray Firth from Califer Hill

On the way down to Findhorn (or perhaps on the way up the hill) I wondered aloud what people do for a living in this (to my prejudiced mind) remote and far away corner of the world. Wilson’s answer was so quick and assured, he must have been asked before and had done his homework. I promptly forgot it, but he kindly put it in an email for me later.

Forestry and wood processing, cattle farming (mainly Aberdeen Angus for beef), arable farming (seed potatoes and barley for whisky production*), whisky production itself (Benromach distillery), carrots (all Tesco organic carrots sold in the UK are processed and packed in Forres) and, most surprising of all, the space industry. A company called Orbex are developing a launch vehicle for micro- and nano-satellites. The first flight from the Sutherland spaceport on Scotland’s north coast is scheduled for late 2022. (Orbex, under its current and previous names, have promised much and delivered little in 7 years of existence, so who knows what will happen?)

Findhorn

The drive out to Findhorn, passes the former RAF Kinloss and the Findhorn Foundation. Kinloss was an important part of Wilson’s RAF career but has been an army base since 2012. The Findhorn Foundation’s Ecovillage is home to 400 people and has been called a ‘spiritual Utopian community’; I don't really know what that means. There is little to see of either of them from the road.

Findhorn is a small, pleasant seaside village jammed between the Moray Firth and the north-eastern corner of the lagoon. In the 17th century it was an important port, Moray’s gateway to the North Sea and the Baltic, but natural changes to the bay’s narrow, shallow entrance created obstacles to navigation which proved insurmountable. Findhorn may no longer have docks, but the bay is now home to Findhorn Royal Yacht Club.

Findhorn Bay

Fishing with small boats thrived in the 19th century, and an ice house was built to accommodate the catch until it could be transferred to markets on Findhorn’s branch railway. Small boat fishing declined in the early 20th century, stopped for World War I and never restarted. The railway has gone but the ice house has been nicely restored and is used as a small local museum.

Findhorn Ice House

Forres in Bloom

Back in Forres, Grant Park has some impressive floral sculptures. According to the ever-reliable Wikipedia Forres has been a winner of the Scotland in Bloom award on several occasions. It then links to a Forres in Bloom website giving an impressive list of awards from both RHS Britain in Bloom, and Beautiful Scotland in Bloom throughout the nineties and naughties but nothing after 2011.

Peacock, Grant Park, Forres

In Grant Park it is obvious that much effort and great expertise has gone into creating and maintaining the displays, so I presume the website has not been updated.

Butterfly, Grant Park, Forres

Neither the RHS, nor Beautiful Scotland websites are user friendly if you want to find lists of winners. [ Update: but the Forres Gazette of 23/09/2021 reports Forres In Bloom has earned a Gold Medal in the 'Medium Town' category in the Beautiful Scotland Awards for the third time in four years. I think that confirms my presumption.]

Grant Park, Forres

A Convivial Evening

In the evening Norma provided us with an excellent meal, the wine flowed freely and so did the conversation. We talked about North Korea and our other travels. Wilson has a fund of stories from his time at RAF Kinloss and later as the Military Attaché at the British embassy in Moscow. Many diplomatic wives take refuge in the diplomatic community, but Norma is an indefatigable explorer and they both have a vast knowledge of Russia and other lands of the former Soviet Union. They also know a lot about their local area (Norma was born in Elgin) and gave us some pointers as to where to go on the morrow.

09-July-2021

Sueno’s Stone

In the morning we set out with a well-planned and ambitious itinerary we could never complete.

Our first stop was still in Forres near the main road that would take us to Elgin.

At 6.5m, Sueno’s Stone is the largest surviving Picto-Scottish standing stone. It is decorated with battle scenes, a Celtic cross and assorted knotwork. The Cross, the lack of Pictic symbols and some carbon dated fragments of charcoal together suggest a date of between 850 and 950.

Sueno's Stone, Forres

The stone is named for Sweyn Forkbeard, King of Denmark (r.986-1014), the father of King Cnut. He has no known connection with the area and the name was probably attached later. The truth is that nobody knows who erected the stone nor why they did it.

Four maps were made in the 17th and 18th centuries and all show two stones at this site. Either one has disappeared completely or the earliest map was in error and all the others copied it.

A number of sources mention the ‘second stone.’ Undiscovered Scotland give a lot of weight to the earliest map by the remarkable Timothy Pont. He drew his Moray map around 1590 though it was not published for several decades. While acknowledging he could have made a mistake, they are excited about the possibility of finding a sibling for the existing stone.

Wilson tells me there is a second stone a couple of miles away on the Altyre Estate south of Forres. He writes It is in the middle of a field…but it has not been protected and is in a much worse condition. It is merely surrounded by wooden railings to stop the cattle using it as a scratch pole: I think that any inscriptions or carvings have weathered away. Maybe it was naïve to expect the second stone to be right beside the first, or maybe this is a red herring.

Leaving these mysteries behind us, we drove out of Forres in the direction of Elgin and the next post

*I am glad the barley is not wasted. In 2010 on Day 7 out of 36 of the epic South-West Odyssey walk, we slogged up the scarp side of Breedon Hill and discovered acres of barley on the gentle dip slope. A sign told us it was destined for the production of Carling lager. Now that’s a waste.

Wednesday 7 July 2021

Edinburgh (2), Royal Yacht, Royal Mile and the Forth Bridges: Scotland '21 Part 2

Plus an Empty Shopping Mall, a Contender for the World's Ugliest Parliament Building and a Trio of Bridges

The (former) Royal Yacht Britannia

By Car from Edinburgh to Leith


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Edinburgh
Next morning, with a full Scottish breakfast inside us (identical to a ‘full English’ plus haggis) we waited for the rush hour to subside before extracting the car from the car park and heading for Leith. ‘You drove to Leith?’ said Norma and Wilson (our hosts on the next stage of this journey) their voices pitched somewhere between incredulity and horror. ‘The bus is so much easier.’ Of course, they are right - when you know the city - but I am wary of bus rides in unfamiliar locations. Metros and trams have named stops, you know where you are and when you have arrived, but a bus ride is a journey into the unknown; you have no idea of your location and are reliant on the kindness of strangers (who don’t always agree) to know when to get off. Our sat nav, however, would takes us straight to our chosen parking spot.

We drove from our hotel near the castle to Leith, home of the Royal Yacht Britannia (Thanks to mapsofworld.com)

The word ‘straight’ in that last sentence was wishful thinking. It took us round in a misshapen circle north of the castle, including half a mile along what appeared to be a bus/taxi route. If so, I got away with it. I hoped it might be searching for the right level in this hilly city to find the high road to Leith, but once out of the loop we bumped along small urban roads through seemingly endless outer Edinburgh districts I had never heard of. In due course, though, we arrived safely at the Ocean Terminal Shopping Centre; it was besieged by road works and its colour coded car parks required guesswork.

The Ocean Terminal, Leith

The shopping mall is not my natural habitat. They have all the charms of an airport departure lounge, with the disadvantage that you come out in the same place you went in. But I liked the Ocean Terminal – we had it to ourselves.

The Ocean Terminal, Leith

We had some time to kill, and after yesterday’s soaking I took the opportunity to buy a waterproof, a lucky cagoule, as it turned out - I had no cause to remove it from its pouch during the rest of our trip. Then we drank one of Costa’s oversized cappuccinos.

Onto the Former Royal Yacht

As the sign on the stairs (above) suggested, the Ocean Terminal is an unusual shopping mall; it has a former royal yacht attached. Clutching our timed ticket in our sweaty hands we approached the entrance at the appropriate time and were allotted to a guided tour.

The Former Royal Yacht Britannia beside the Ocean Terminal, Leith

126m long and nigh on 6,000 tonnes with not a sail in sight, Britannia is hardly a regular sort of yacht. Built in Clydebank, Britannia was commissioned in 1954 and pensioned off in 1997 when Leith won the competition to keep it permanently as a tourist attraction.

We started in the bridge and worked our away along and down. Britannia had a crew of 120 ‘yachtsmen’ and 21 officers. I am unsure how they all fitted in, or what they all found to do. The most senior officer was usually an Admiral, and on the bridge, where others stood, he had a seat.

Her Majesty's Yacht, Britannia

Naval ratings volunteered for a two-year tour of duty as a Yachtsmen and after one year’s satisfactory service could opt for Britannia as a permanent posting. Maybe the Admiral was also a volunteer, a man equipped with the appropriate social graces but whose career was running out of steam. After all, the Admiralty would not want one of their best naval minds (if there is such a thing) cruising around on a yacht all year. On the other hand, he (they were all men) could not be a complete duffer, parking the monarch on a sandbank would be a poor advertisement for the Royal Navy.

The Accommodation

The admiral had a pleasant room where he could munch his breakfast toast or meet his senior staff.

Admiral's Breakfast room/office, HMY Britannia

His accommodation was hardly spacious…

Admiral's accommodation, HMY Britannai

…but it is roomier than that of the yachtsmen.

Yachtsman's accommodation, HMY Britannia

Even the queen’s bedroom resembles a mid-range 1970s hotel room.

Queen's bedroom, HMY Britannia

The Duke of Edinburgh had a slightly less attractive room adjoining – the aristocracy have traditionally preferred separate bedrooms (do they still?) - and could look with envy on his wife’s spacious office across the corridor.

Queen's Office, HMY Britannia

Would You Like a Drink?

The royal lounge was pleasant if a bit dated even for 1997, but if the queen required a gin and tonic, a lifted finger would set a flunky in motion.

Royal lounge, HMY Britannia

The officers had a comfortable wardroom (if they could prise that old masked man away from the bar)…

I think I've found my natural position, Wardroom HMY Britannia

…decorated with an enormous silver salt cellar in the shape of a ship (over-designed or what?), a gift from the last Russian Tsar….

Silver salt cellar, the Wardroom, HMY Britannia

…and the autograph of Lord Nelson, signed Viscount Nelson, Count of Bronte. Bronte was a Sicilian title bestowed on him in 1799 for services rendered to that kingdom in the course of the Napoleonic wars.

Nelson's autograph, Wardroom, HMY Britannia

The wardroom and its comfortable dining room can be hired for private functions.

Officer's dining, HMY Britannia

The chief petty officers had a full bar, too.

Chief Petty Officers' Bar

The Royal Navy has always floated best on a sea of alcohol and for the yachtsman beer (but only beer) was readily available. The tradition, started in 1740, of sailors receiving a daily tot of ‘grog’ (rum with sugar, lime juice and water) ended in 1970, but a grog barrel is still on display..

Grog barrel, HMY Britannia

When the queen was required to entertain, the State Dining Room was impressive. You can hire that, too if you like, and the Band of the Royal Marines to amuse your guests.

The state dining room, HMY Britannia

The Equipment

Deep in the bowels of the yacht is the engine room. By 1997, the two Pametrada steam turbines built in Wallsend by the Parsons Marine Steam Turbine Company were functioning museum pieces.

The Engine Room, HMY Britannia

Britannia was built before the days of satellite navigation, indeed before the days of satellites and the ship’s binnacle is on display with the ship’s bell.

Binnacle and bell, HMY Britannia

When GPS was installed, it was, we were told, hidden in the gold finials atop the masts.

Gilded finial hiding GPS equipment

And what sits inside the container seen below is still a state secret – or maybe I have just forgotten.

It is definitely one of them, HMY Britannia

So ends this look at what has been described as a floating palace. But it is not a palace. Palaces are displays of ostentatious wealth designed to cow rivals and awe the peasantry. European monarchs no longer act that way – at least the ones that have survived, and maybe that is why they survived. Britannia was comfortable for royal travellers – in the slightly stiff and formal way of British royalty – but it was never palatial. Perhaps it should have been decommissioned well before 1997, but sentiment intervened. The days of such yachts have surely passed.

After coffee and a sandwich in M&S we found our way back to central Edinburgh. The journey seemed simpler – it is only a little over 3 miles, anyway - but there does not appear to be a dedicated Edinburgh to Leith road, just a succession of residential and commercial 2-lane urban thoroughfares.

The Royal Mile

The Royal Mile is a name given to the part-pedestrianised street that descends eastwards from the castle to Holyrood Palace. Despite the sign at the castle end there is no street called ‘The Royal Mile’, the top section is Castlehill, which becomes Lawnmarket, then High Street and finally Cannongate, one leading into the next. It is, though, almost exactly a mile long.

The start of the Royal Mile outside the castle

There is a lot to see, apart from the tartan and whisky shops, and my selection is, at best, idiosyncratic.

Boswell’s Court

Now the well-established Witchery Restaurant where you can dine in ‘baroque surroundings’ and/or stay in ‘lavishly decorated suites’. The close was named after a Dr Boswell who lived here in the late 18th Century. His nephew James Boswell (1740-95) was the biographer of Dr Samuel Johnson who is reputed to have dined here with him.

Boswell's Court, Royal Mile

The Hub (Tolbooth Kirk)

Further down beside the roundabout where Castlehill meets (non-pedestrianised) Lawnmarket is the dark soaring tower of a building formerly known as the Tolbooth Kirk. Built 1842-5, it looks like a church and has been used as a church, but was designed as a meeting hall for the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland. In full gothic revival style, it is the work of J Gillespie Graham and my old friend Augustus Pugin (see Bolton Priory, Yorkshire, Cotton Church, Staffordshire and Killarney Cathedral in Ireland).

The Hub or Tolbooth Church, Edinburgh

The Church of Scotland relocated its assembly in 1929 and for fifty years the still unconsecrated building was used exclusively for worship. In moth balls from 1979-99 it was then repurposed as a performance space and offices for the Edinburgh International Festival and renamed ‘The Hub’.

Deacon Brodie

William Brodie, born 1741, was a cabinet maker and locksmith and, from 1781, Deacon of Wrights and Masons, making him a respectable and affluent tradesman and a member of the town council. Wisely, he hid his gambling habit and five children by two mistresses (each unaware of the other) from genteel society. To fund this life-style, he employed his considerable knowledge of the locks of upper-class Edinburgh to facilitate a second career as a housebreaker.

Disturbed during a burglary in 1788 and fearing his accomplices would talk, he fled to London and then the Netherlands. He was arrested in Amsterdam, returned to Edinburgh, tried and executed outside the Tolbooth in front of a crowd of 40,000. His long-demolished house was near the pub which now bears his name.

The Deacon Brodie, Lawnmarket

Robert Louis Stevenson’s play Deacon Brodie, or The Double Life, was unsuccessful, but he returned to the theme later, publishing the better-known Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde in 1886.

Kirk, Tolbooth and Mercat Cross

A burgh (an autonomous municipal corporation) traditionally had three essential features, a Kirk, a Tolbooth and a Mercat (Market) Cross.

St Giles’ Cathedral in High Street will do nicely as the kirk. Built in the 14th century and restored and extended over the years, it held cathedral status in the 17th century. Since 1689 the Church of Scotland has been Presbyterian and as such has no bishops and, therefore, no cathedrals so it is now an ‘honorary’ cathedral.

St Giles' Cathedral, Edinburgh (with the Duke of Buccleuch, left)

We missed the Mercat Cross but it is just off High Street beside St Giles.

The Tolbooth was a council meeting chamber, a court house and jail. 90 tolbooths survive in Scotland, some fulfilling parts of their original functions, but not Edinburgh’s. The medieval tolbooth, next to St Giles, was demolished in 1817 and the site is marked by a Heart of Midlothian decoration in the cobbles, but we missed that, too. The statue of the 5th Duke of Buccleuch (generally regarded as rather larger than his contribution to Edinburgh) would have been standing inside the tolbooth had it been erected 90 years earlier.

Street Performance – That Funny Dan

Further along, High Street narrows and becomes pedestrian again. Here we encountered a street performer, a Canadian juggler with an approach to his act and audience which made us chuckle appreciatively (Oh, I do like a chuckle!). Helped onto a board balanced on a cylinder by two co-opted audience members…

That Funny Dan sets up

…he proved himself a moderate acrobat, a competent juggler (a hope the axe and knives were not as sharp as they looked) and an accomplished comedian.

That Funny Dan...juggles and balances!

It must be a precarious living (literally and metaphorically) and maybe he hopes it will lead to a career which allows him to work indoors - or perhaps he is financing a PhD at Edinburgh University. His audience was appreciative and I trust they paid well. He accepted cash gratefully, but it was the second time this week we encountered a fixed price contactless terminal, in this case attached to his phone. One tap £5, and my card provider informs he is currently using the name ‘That Funny Dan’. We wish him well.

John Knox House

Just before High Street turns itself into Cannongate is a building known as ‘John Knox House’, now home to the Scottish Storytelling Centre. The house was built in 1495 and John Knox (1514-72) lived in this area in the 1560s, but despite its name, there is no hard evidence Knox ever lived there.

John Knox House, High Street, Edinburgh

In England, the Reformation was all about Henry VIII and his desire for an heir. We lose sight of the great intellectual movement that swept across northern Europe after Martin Luther set the ball rolling in 1517. Like Luther, Knox was originally a Catholic priest, like Luther he saw the corruption in the contemporary Catholic church and his Protestantism grew from intellectual foundations. He was, maybe, a difficult and dogmatic man, but he is regarded as the father of the Scottish Reformation and the Scottish Presbyterian Church.

Cannongate and Holyrood

In the final stretch, we walked past the Cannongate Tolbooth without realising it. Around 1143 David I, authorised Holyrood Abbey to found a burgh between the Abbey and Edinburgh. The burgh of Canongate was controlled by the Abbey until the Scottish Reformation and although it is only a short walk from the castle, it was not fully incorporated into Edinburgh, until 1856.

The devolved Scottish Parliament was created in 1999 and required a new Parliament building. Situated at the end of Cannongate and usually known as ‘Holyrood’, it  was opened by the Queen in 2004. Reading about the design concept, it sounds impressive, looking at it, it is plain ugly.

Scottish Parliament, corner of Horse Wynd and Cannongate

The public entrance, above, is in Horse Wynd round the corner from Cannongate, but the building sprawls and there are outbreaks on Cannongate itself; it is not easy to see how the architecture here relates to other parts of the building.

Part of the Scottish Parliament, Cannongate

A grand concept, viewed piecemeal becomes a dog’s breakfast and this may challenge the Lithuanian Parliament in Vilnius for World’s Ugliest Parliament Building.

Across Horse Wynd is Holyrood Palace, Scotland’s principal royal residence since the 16th century. The Queen spends a week here at the beginning of the summer to carry out official engagements before moving north to her summer residence at Balmoral. The ruins of Holyrood Abbey are in the parkland behind the palace.

Holyrood Palace

As we had walked down the Royal Mile, the sky had steadily cleared and temperature risen. We sat in the sunshine on a bench outside the Palace and considered our route back

Grassmarket

We walked part way back up the Royal Mile, took a left down to Cowgate and followed Cowgate to the Grassmarket. Yesterday in the drizzle, the place looked miserable …

The Grassmarket, Edinburgh

… but today the outdoor seating had filled up with customers basking in the sunshine and the urge to join them became overwhelming.

Innis & Gunn IPA in the Grassmarket

In low ground near the foot of castle rock, Grassmarket was first mentioned in 1363 and by the 15th century was Edinburgh's main livestock market. There was never any grass in this boggy hollow the name deriving either from grazing strewn in pens or from a corruption/anglicisation of Grice Mercat (pig market).

From the 17th century The Grassmarket was Edinburgh’s place of execution and over 100 Covenanters were hanged here between 1661 and 1688.

Among other executions was that of Margaret (Maggie) Dickson. After her husband was press-ganged into the Royal Navy she obtained work at an inn in the Borders where she had an illegitimate child. Accused of drowning the baby she was tried and sentenced to death. After being hanged in the Grassmarket in August 1724 a doctor declared her dead. Her family prevented medical students from taking the corpse for dissection and carried her body away on a cart. Stopping at an inn for a wake, they heard noises from the coffin and found her still alive. Her punishment had been carried out, her "resurrection" was seen as divine intervention, and she was allowed to go free. She remarried her original husband (as her 'death' had parted them) and lived another 40 years. "Half-hangit Maggie" become a local curiosity, and still is as she now owns the established that was supplying our beer. More than one sentence in the above paragraph may not be factually true.

We were drinking at Maggie Dickson's

The market was always a place of taverns, hostelries and cheap lodgings. The Irish Potato Famine (1845-52) brought an influx of immigrants and many gravitated toward the Grassmarket. Before long vast numbers of people were living in over-crowded and insanitary conditions.

The Grassmarket became a slum and remained so until the 1970s. Gradually improvements allowed the area to lose its association with poverty and homelessness. The Salvation Army closed their two hostels – what they make of the backpacker hostels they became is another matter - and since 2000 there has been serious gentrification.

One of the Salvation Army's former hostels, Grassmarket

Some of Grassmarket’s problems have been solved, others displaced. In Edinburgh it is not difficult to find groups of older men sitting around drinking themselves into a stupor in mid-afternoon. Scotland’s other drug problems are well documented, if less visible to the casual visitor.

Euro Semi-Finals

In the evening we again resorted to the hotel bar which was as packed for the England v Denmark semi-final as Covid would allow. I thought it might be interesting to watch England in a Scottish bar, but judging by their reactions, the clientele here was largely English. England were lucky to win, we expect to be in Lanark for Sunday’s final.

08/07/2021

South Queensferry - Leaving Edinburgh by Bridge

Sth Queensferry
At Edinburgh the Firth of Forth is almost 10km wide so those wishing to journey north traditionally headed for a point 12km to the east where the firth, briefly, narrows. In the 11th century, Queen Margaret, consort of Malcolm III, established a ferry here to transport travellers the 2km to the opposite bank. The settlements at either end became known as South and North Queensferry. On Thursday morning we stopped at the South Queensferry viewpoint - still just within the Edinburgh Council District - to inspect the more modern Forth crossings before making the crossing ourselves.

The Forth Bridge

When technology advanced enough to bridge the Firth of Forth, the builders unsurprisingly chose the same narrow point. Construction of the Forth Bridge began in 1882 and it was opened in 1890 by the future Edward VII, The bridge has carried the Edinburgh–Aberdeen railway line across the Forth ever since.

When built it had the longest single cantilever span in the world (521m) and has since been surpassed only by the Quebec Bridge in Canada, completed in 1919.

The Forth Bridge

Designed by Sir John Fowler and Sir Benjamin Baker, it regularly attracts the increasingly meaningless adjective ‘iconic’ and 'painting the Forth Bridge' has entered the language as a metaphor for an a never ending task. A UNESCO World Heritage Site, I find it an odd structure that transcends its essentially ugliness to became strangely beautiful.

The Forth Road Bridge

For rail users the problem was solved but everyone else was still using Queen Margaret’s Ferry. In the 1950s the ferries were making 40,000 crossings annually, carrying 1.5 million passengers and 800,000 vehicles, The need for a road bridge was obvious.

Work started in 1958 and the bridge was opened by the Queen in 1964. 2.5Km in length with a maximum span of 1006m it was at the time the longest suspension bridge in Europe.

The Forth Road Bridge

The bridge, though was a victim of its own success. Designed to carry 30,000 vehicles a day it was, by the early 2000s often working at double capacity. In 2004 corrosion was found in the cables – a problem that had earlier been found in American bridges of the same design.

The case for a second road bridge became compelling. In the last ten years the bridge has undergone some expensive refurbishments and a series of partial closures. Since reopening in 2018, it has been designated a Public Transport Corridor, with access restricted buses and taxis.

The Queensferry Crossing

Construction of the second road bridge, known as the Queensferry Crossing, started in 2011 and it was opened by the Queen in 2017, 53 years to the day after she opened the Forth Road Bridge. It carries the M90 motorway across the water starting very near the earlier road bridge but taking a more north-westerly route across the water, making it difficult to photograph from the South Queensferry viewpoint. It can be seen behind the Forth Road Bridge on the picture above.

A three towered cable-stayed bridge, it provides an interesting contrast with the earlier cantilever and suspension bridges. The Romans reputedly lashed 900 boats together to create a floating bridge here – it is a shame (though hardly surprising) that nobody ever tried an arched bridge to complete the set.

We left the viewpoint, found our way to the M90 and the Queensferry Crossing and on to Perth and thence further north on the largely two-lane A9.

The Queensferry Crossing