In which I continue with my fascination with cemeteries, and particularly Lamlash Cemetery on the Isle of Arran…
Other than gravestones, you never know what you’ll find in a cemetery. A weary hiker sunbathing in his underwear just behind the bench… a crow (straight from a horror story perhaps?) perched atop a tree gazing down on his domain… or some rather creepy footprints embedded in the mossy grass.
I did consider including some of the very beautiful contemporary headstones to be found, but decided against it. Some of the inscriptions were just a little too recent, and I would hate it if someone’s family member was to stumble on this blog and find a loved one’s marker. So you’ll just have to take my word for it – or visit yourself! – that there are some very thoughtful and moving memorials to be found.
Making your way past the ‘modern’ cemetery, (which is where you will find the military gravestones illustrated in my first blog on Lamlash Cemetery) you come to the walls of the original graveyard.
Amongst the more than one hundred or so gravestones ‘beyond the wall’, here are three of my favourites. The first one dates back to the 1700s and I find it interesting how the words roll into each other without a break. The inscription on the second, belonging to Lady Charlotte Erskine, eldest daughter of The Earl of Mar, intrigued me: ‘Where the tree fell, there should it lie’. Arran’s ‘gentry’ were the Duke and Duchess of Hamilton, so perhaps Lady Erskine was visiting them on the island when she died.
As for last grave… well it’s certainly one I wouldn’t want to run into on a dark night!
Wow, interesting, sad and inspiring all at the same time. When I see an interesting headstone I always wonder about the story of the poor soul buried there. Were they loved? Did they love in return? Did they have ambitions that were never meet? Question that’ll never be answered. And the biggest question of all, who was that person in their underwear?
Wonderful post – thanks
The stories one can gather in these places are amazing, aren’t they!
Hubby and I visit old cemeteries on our travels as well. There is something compelling about those who have gone before us. As writers you and I can’t help but wonder what led up to the grave being where it is, the death at an early age or the puzzling inscriptions.
I just love wandering around them. So many stories. So many questions.