It’s Day 14 and despite the aches and pains that come from 2 weeks on unfamiliar beds, hours in the car, hiking and slip and sliding down hills we set out to enjoy our last full day in Scotland. We begin with a jaunt to the bus stop only to be told the bus doesn’t go where we want to go. So we walk up to the Glasgow Cathedral, stopping along the way for breakfast. It’s a full Scottish breakfast in a tiny cafe and I’ve never really understood beans for breakfast. But the coffee is good and we have a nice break before moving on.
Just a few miles from our hostel is the Glasgow Cathedral and Necropalis. It’s stunning. The day is beautiful. And I have no proof of this because while I carried my camera everywhere, I forgot my memory card. Doh.
However, it was beautiful.
The land for the necropolis was bought in 1650 and in 1804 the area became a Victorian park and arboretum. The site has some amazing architecture, including the John Knox monument which was laid in 1825. At that time it was called Fir Park, because of the fir trees that had once filled the park.
“The Fir Park appears admirably adapted for a Pere la Chaise, which would harmonise beautifully with the adjacent scenery, and constitute a solemn and appropriate appendage to the venerable structure (the Cathedral) in front of which, while it will afford a much wanted accommodation to the higher classes, would at the same time convert an unproductive property into a general and lucrative source of profit, to a charitable institution” it was to be “respectful to the dead, safe and sanitary to the living, dedicated to the Genius of Memory and to extend religious and moral feeling”
-“Thoughts on Death and Moral Stimulus” John Strang, Chamberlain at the Merchants’ House, 1831
So the city began the transformation and to date 50,00o buriels have taken place on the Necropolis and 3,500 tombs have been constructed up to 14 feet deep.
Here are Georgia’s photos of the Necropolis:
Below the Necropolis, in the square, is the Cathedral:
And what’s a church without a Bible?
As we made our way back to the hostel we stopped for tchotchke where I picked up Walker cookies for the co-workers, sheep magnets for friends, shot glasses and contemplated the world’s tiniest bottle of Scotch. Let’s just say a few dozen of those would fill a shot glass halfway.
I dropped off the last of my postcards in Glasgow and after (another) trip to Lush went back to the hostel. Melissa decided to bank some sleep since we were planning to wake up at 3am and while I would attempt sleep later she and Georgia were staying up all night. I used up the last of my internet access and contemplated another wonderful ginger beer.
Since I’d paid for 24-hours of wireless service and that time was quickly running out, I opted to lounge down at the Oasis bar at the hostel where my signal was a hundred times better than in our room. I listened to music, worked online, watched the Manchester United game and had a drink before dinner. We went out for an early dinner and it took 3 tries to find a place that was a) serving food and b) had food in the kitchen. I don’t remember much about the dinner, but I did have another haggis meal because when in Scotland…
Back upstairs I managed to repack my suitcase and bags, a feat only possible now that I’d thrown away a whole bunch of crap and then went to sleep obscenely early.
Next up: there’s a 3 AM? and 30 hours to SFO