The Necropolis

A place I’ve always meant to visit: the Glasgow Necropolis. And here it was, right on our route home. I’d an interesting talk (before we were curtailed) with Rex about these Victorians and this upsurge of national monument construction remembering great events from the preceding centuries, like the Wallace Monument, and here, the great monument to Knox. It’s the same down in Galloway, where monuments to the covenanters and reformers sprang (a word) up. At the high point of the British Empire, and the low point of any political expression of Scottish nationalism, this remembrance of days past became created anew. I guess the high point may have been the great frieze in the national portrait gallery from the late 19th century. I may have to read a book on this, rather than muse.
But if you can’t muse on the 1st, when can you?