The story of a Viking Princess, a white cow and a love death could not part - Craigmonie This is an ancient site. Not a graveyard in itself but a place of death: Craigmonie, sometimes spelled Craigmony, a small hill at the back of Drumnadrochit. A beautiful and well-marked walk (1) takes you there. After... Continue Reading →
the funeral fight
Kirkhill – a peaceful and quiet burial ground East of Beauly. St Mary’s, the old Wardlaw Parish Church, goes back to 17th century, the belfry dates back to 1722. Quite some time before that, probably some time in the early 17th century, an extraordinary event took place here in this very graveyard during a funeral. The... Continue Reading →
Torryburn, Fife
In this churchyard lies Eppie Coutts, Either here, or hereabouts: But where it is, none can tell Till Eppie rise and tell hersel'. Raymond Lamont-Brown: Scottish Epitaphs. Chambers; Edinburgh, 1990
On Mr Strange
Here lies an honest lawyer - That is Strange! Raymond Lamont-Brown: Scottish Epitaphs. Chambers; Edinburgh, 1990
Aberdeen
Here lies Martin Elginbrod, Have mercy on my soul, Lord God, As I would do were I Lord God, And Thou were Martin Elginbrod. Raymond Lamont-Brown: Scottish Epitaphs. Chambers; Edinburgh, 1990
rock by the sea
St Monans is probably the church in Scotland which is closest to the sea. So ist the surrounding graveyard. A dramatic setting for a church built in 14th century. Dramatic is a term often encountered here. The church, named after Saint Monan, an Irish monk who had come here in 9th century and was slain... Continue Reading →
The Tall Man from Dumfries
Here lies Andrew MacPherson, Who was a peculiar person; He stood six foot two Without his shoe And he was slew, At Waterloo. Raymond Lamont-Brown: Scottish Epitaphs. Chambers; Edinburgh, 1990
greyfriar’s grandiose grave garden
Colourful is not the first word that comes to mind where graveyards are concerned. But it should. At least in Dundee. The Howff is probably the most colourful graveyard in Scotland - lush, vibrant and opulent. And yes, it is a graveyard, right in the middle of Dundee City Centre. It started with one rather dull... Continue Reading →
your death is my life
mors tua vita mea
black dog at night
Alastair mor a' Bhochdain – Big Sandy of the Ghost Sandy was an enormous man, powerful and commanding and he was a gifted man – he could foretell the future, or rather: he knew somebody who could... Big Sandy lived in Munerigie, just a short walk away from Invergarry House where he used to come... Continue Reading →


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