The Glasgow Necropolis on a cold, bright morn; grand and Gothic and unsurprisingly, Victorian. Ever a society in love with death, elevating it into an art form fit for the ancients.
It’s easy to see why writers are fascinated by cities of the dead. Cemeteries tell a thousand tales. Inspiration and intrigue around every corner.
Sitting on a hill in the heart of the city, the Necropolis wakes. It looks over the old and new of Glasgow, a stark mix of grey-red stone and dark shadows.
The living walk amoung the dead, tourists, visitors and others poetically extolling virtues of life over breakfast beers
The grandest mausoleums sit on the prime spot at the very top of the hill. They show off wealth from the then-new industrial classes. Everlasting memorials to countless engineers and entrepreneurs, doctors, priests and generals.
You have no choice but to wander. No-one’s in a hurry. Walk and wind between the long forgotten and remember their tales.
On the other side of the hill a great screeching disturbs the dawn. An industrial site behind this resting place belches clouds of smoke and noise enough to wake the dead.
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Absolutely gorgeous photos. I’m so envious…
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Thank you. We got lucky on the weather that morning!
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I love this place, and I love how it represents different eras of old Glasgow.
With the children at the bottom of the hill, and at the top, the wealthiest merchants that the city could offer. Not only that, but the statue of John Knox tells a story in itself about his intentions to conquer Glasgow throughout the protestant reformation. Truly beautiful cemetery.
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It sounds like you know the place well! Are you a local? I’d have liked to spend longer there, very atmospheric.
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Ahah yeah, i’m a local, i’ve also spent the last semester at uni studying the city’s history! So I (maybe) know more than most! Haha
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