This Saturday found the wife and myself getting down and dirty, grubbing about in graveyards seeking some of her relatives. Research had led us to Dalry Cemetery in the heart of Gorgie/Dalry. Now I have often had a pint or two in the Diggers on the corner of Angle Park Terrace, but never thought to venture beyond the wall on the other side of the road.
And what a treat it is. A fine Victorian early 20th century cemetery overgrown with vegetation provides a delightful retreat from the modern world – even as yesterday in a steady drizzle.
There is so much here for the visitor. The stones themselves speak to the wealth and sense of self importance of many of the deceased buried here, the semi wild quality of the vegetation and trees all grown slightly rampant pushing up amongst the stones providing a haven for wild life, and the history of the area that it all speaks to are just a delight. We marvelled at the variety of trades represented here, the sculptors, musicians, builders, coalmen, merchants and others all living locally.
We were both surprised how long we had spent wandering about even after we found the wife’s ancient relative.
“Ethel! Its a Smith! My grest great grand-mother was a Smith!”
It is a shame that so many of the memorials have been not simply been allowed to fall into ruin, but have been deliberately tumbled by the Council in an inane fear of them falling on someone.
Copyright David Macadam 2013