Our Hallowe'en holiday in the beautiful old city of Edinburgh felt like a carousel ride that I just didn't want to end! Every day was like a new adventure, exploring new places and discovering new things! Time seemed to stand still in that city of ancient stone, it felt as if our week away lasted much longer than it actually did which was a good thing as we had plenty of grand plans. Our days were full of castles, dungeons, museums, wildlife, history, good food and shopping! I have so many photos to show but I thought I would start with the place that I was most looking forward to visiting..
A visit to Greyfriars is like taking a step back in time. The enchantingly beautiful scenery and macabre carvings coupled with the sombre atmosphere are quite surreal, especially during the Autumn months when the contrast between the skeletal trees, the grey mournful graves and tombs and the bright golden hues of Autumn seem like something from a Grimm's fairytale!
~ The MacKenzie Tomb, home to a poltergeist ~
One thought that kept occurring to me during our stroll was that I could only wish that today's modern burials were half as grand and splendiferous as those from times gone by. The dark aesthetics of this place are enough to give even a long dead heart palpitations!
You can be sure to find plenty of engraved skeletons and bones around every corner in Greyfriars Kirkyard! I can only imagine what this place would look like by the light of a torch or candle at night, it would be enough to send chills up the spine!
Dating back to the 1500's it's not surprising that Greyfriars has its fair share of history and ghost stories, but one story that put a smile on my face was that of Greyfriars Bobby..
'Bobby' was the name of a Skye Terrier who belonged to John Gray, a night watchman for the Edinburgh Police. The two were inseparable for two years, however, in February 1858, Gray died of tuberculosis and was buried in Greyfriars Kirkyard. Bobby, who survived him for 14 years, is said to have spent the rest of his life sitting on his master's grave. The gardener and keeper of Greyfriars tried on many occasions to evict Bobby but in the end they took pity on him. He was built a shelter and was fed regularly. Bobby never spent a night away from his master's grave, even in the most dismal weather conditions. In 1867, the Lord Provost of Edinburgh paid for Bobby's dog licence making him the responsibility of the City Council. When Bobby died in 1872 he could not be buried within the cemetery itself since it was consecrated ground; instead he was buried just inside the gate of Greyfriars Kirkyard, not far from John Gray's grave. ♥
I hope you've enjoyed this kind of virtual journey around Greyfriars, it really was the perfect ending to an exhaustingly busy week! Next up I'll be showing the beautiful little cottage we stayed in plus the treasures that I found!