Showing posts with label Swanston Farm. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Swanston Farm. Show all posts

Monday, August 12, 2019

One Midsummer Morning


Pentland Hills and T Plantation circa 1914 (Photographer Unknown Edinburgh Libraries, Museums and Galleries Collection)

This wonderful old photograph from a century ago shows three school-girls walking down Swanston Road through the farmland and fields. 

There is no sign of Swanston Farm or Swanston Golf Club. The Old Schoolhouse in Swanston Village was in existence so perhaps the girls are heading off to school in the morning. 

Swanston Farm, Robert Hope

The Pentland Hills and the T Woods can be seen clearly in the distance. 

The scree slopes of Caerketton were no different fifty years later when in the 1960s the Blades; the Hoggs; and the Hoffmanns stood at their living room windows looking out for the number 16 bus. 

There are hay stacks in one of the distant fields and one of the girls is only wearing a blouse, so we might surmise it is late summer. They are all dressed smartly in their straw hats; skirts; and dresses and each of them is carrying a metal case perhaps containing their books and school lunches.

On a fine late summer morn at the commencement of a new term after the school summer holidays or in early autumn the walk would be refreshing and enjoyable. However, on a bitter winter's morning, in the semi-darkness or in the cold of a March morning with a biting wind, it would have been quite a different story. At least they walked together which would have eased their passage and no doubt they will have enjoyed the company. Still, it's a long exposed country lane and one which we at The Stair often travelled on our adventures to the Pentland Hills half a century later and half a century ago.

I wonder where the girls are coming from as back then there wouldn't have been many houses in Fairmilehead. Perhaps they were sisters and lived at the old Hunters Tryst Farm. It's a lovely photograph capturing a moment in time. I also wonder who the photographer was. Was it set up or just serendipity? Perhaps their mum or dad wanted to capture a special moment in time to treasure and hold dear in their hearts, before the girls grew up, left home and moved on to follow life's journey.


They are all smartly dressed and don't look poor. Their outfits - straw hats, skirts and dresses remind me of the two girls in The Railway Children. They all look very lady-like; quite composed and serene, but not prim. If there had been a companion photograph taken at the end of the school dait would have looked quite different. We would of course see their faces and perhaps being the end of the day and free from school, we might have seen them un-lady-like taking to their heels, racing downhill from Swanston Village to head homewards for their tea and back to the welcome bosom of the family home.

Because we can't see the girls’ faces it adds to the elusiveness of the subject material. It forces the viewer to use their imagination; and of course one can't but help wonder what happened to each girl. The First World War was only a matter of months away. Did they go on to become wives and mothers or follow a career in nursing or teaching? Did they remain in Edinburgh or move on to other towns or even make a life for themselves abroad?


In a way, the photograph reminds me of the cover of the novel Three German Farmers On The Way To A Dance by Richard Powers which was based on an old photograph. It seems to me that in the hands of a fine novelist such as Joan Lingard a rather good story might be weaved.

Joan Lingard


Postscript: If you look more closely the girls aren't carrying schoolbags at all!  Still, much of my musings on what happened to the girls remains true so I thought I would leave the vignette as it stands!

Tuesday, July 2, 2019

Swanston Pig Farm





In the early to mid-1960s a party of us would leave our Oxgangs Avenue base and head up to the Pentland Hills each summer. 

On a hot day and with our wee legs Swanston Road always seemed a long, long road. A few of the older boys had bicycles and would journey back and forward giving some of us backies i.e. we sat on the leather seat whilst the rider danced on the pedals. We were dropped off just before the old pig farm which is now converted into holiday cottages and office space. 

Because of the smell we all turned up our noses as we passed the farm. But sometimes there was a little excitement if one of the farm dogs which wandered around the farmyard caught our scent and began barking and come chasing after us. 

The barking was actually the worst part as the farmyard always seemed very quiet and opur primary concern was that the noise might attract the attention of the farmer. 

Back in the day knowledge came slowly and we were never quite sure if we were allowed on this quiet country lane.