Sorry if this seems a morbid post but The Glasgow Necropolis is a fascinating place.
It dates from the early 1830’s and was part of the movement that established private cemeteries. The existing system of burials being the responsibility of the local parish was beginning to buckle under the strains of death rates and lack of space within existing burial grounds crammed into town and city centres.
As was the way, even in death those who had been gathered in liked it to be known that they were, in life, of some substance. Some of the tombs are almost overpowering, its a collection of towers, walls and crypts spiralling there way to the top of the hill the Necropolis is built on. Even in death they could still look down on everybody.
The Necropolis is nearby to Glasgow Cathedral, the Church of St. Mungo and is linked to the city by a bridge, The Bridge of Sighs, over the Molendinar Burn, the stream which the original settlement of Glasgow grew up around.
It’s a curious place to walk around, surrounded as the place is by the hustle and bustle of the city and the greater Glasgow area beyond it maintains a stillness and calm. It was an interesting visit, I must get back there again.
But only in daylight………………
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