Encounters with Blarney I am not above being a cheesy tourist. And one of the…
One of the very few things I remember from my Business Law class is ‘ignorance of the law is no excuse,’ nor is it a valid defense. However, in Aberdeen not only did I unknowingly break several laws, had I been caught, ignorance would have been my only defense.
Aberdeen is not quite the Scottish Highlands, but it is getting closer. Aberdeen is Scotland’s third largest city behind Edinburgh and Glasgow, and its location on the North Sea gives it an amazing coastline and busy shipping docks.
Nearly everything in the town is constructed with granite mined from the Rubinslaw Quarry. The quarry was active for nearly 300 years, but was closed in 1971. Now it’s a big giant hole in the ground filled with 40+ years of rainwater.
Robert I, popularly known as Robert the Bruce, was King of Scots from 1306 until his death in 1329. Robert was one of the most famous warriors of his generation, eventually leading Scotland during the Wars of Scottish Independence against England.
Marischal College–now a civic building in Aberdeen
A mercat cross is the Scots name for the market cross found frequently in Scottish towns, cities and villages where historically the right to hold a regular market or fair was granted by the monarch, a bishop or a baron. It therefore served a secular purpose as a symbol of authority, and was an indication of a burgh’s relative prosperity. Historically, the term dates from the period before 1707 when Scotland was an autonomous kingdom, but it has been applied loosely to later structures built in the traditional architectural style of crosses or structures fulfilling the function of marking a settlement’s focal point. (Thank you Wikipedia) Aberdeen’s cross was constructed from granite and was designed by local architect John Montgomery in 1686.
The Gordon Highlanders was the name of a British Army Infantry Regiment. It was active from 1881 to 1994, and I always thought that Gordon Highlander was a single person in Scotland’s history.
They used to hold public executions in the spot across from Old Blackfriar’s pub. Nothing like a good public execution to stir up an appetite for fine Scotch and good grub.
St. Nicholas Church
Courtyard at St Nicholas
I’m not very good at following rules. It’s a badge of honour that I have not yet ever spent time in jail. I certainly have done some things in my time that could have landed me there. In my wanderings out and about in Aberdeen, I have inadvertently broken the following Scottish laws today: [I can only hope that I don’t end up at the roofless Scottish prison in Edinburgh]
Aberdeen–you are a beautiful, unexpected breath of fresh air.