It's Friday, so let's start the day with a #NowAndThen animated transition to visualise a bit of local history. This view shows Jock's Lodge toll house in the mid-late 19th century, looking east down the Portobello Road at Willowbrae. 🧵👇
The original image is from Old & New Edinburgh by James Grant, published 1885. The tollhouse is in the middle of the image, you can see the barriers, one on each side of the cottage, and another on the left of the road.
Other features we can see are what was the Jock's Lodge Tavern (for now, The Willow), with a cavalryman from Piershill Barracks standing outside. The belfry belongs to the barracks chapel.
Another cavalryman is in the foreground, the "pillbox" undress hats of the troopers suggest 1870s or thereabouts. Behind him is the row of taverns and villas at Piershill that grew up around the barracks, the latter for officers accommodation. In the distance is a stagecoach.
And on the right a haycart, a reminder that this part of Edinburgh was thoroughly rural (and not even part of the city itself) until the very end of the 19th century.
The 1876 OS Town Plan matches this view more or less exactly. The rounded gable of the toll house, sitting in the middle of the road junction, the buildings beyond, the Jock's Lodge public house on the left, the barracks and its chapel.
As a placename, Jock's Lodge is mentioned back in the 1650s in "Nicoll's Diary" as Jokis Ludge. Oliver Cromwell mustered the New Model Army infantry here in July 1650 before his failed assault on Leith. Other forms of the name were always plural; Joks, Jokes, Jocks and Jock's
So who was Jock?
Well Jock wasn't one person, Jock was a lodge of persons. Specifically, the "Jockies". The Jockies were "King's Bedesmen", or "Blue Gowns"; they were a class of Royally appointed beggars, licensed to beg by King James VI. They had a uniform of badge and gown.
Every monarch's birthday, the Bluegown received a blue cloak, a tin badge with the motto "pass and repass", a Scots shilling for every year of the monarch's age and a slap up dinner. They had a lodge house outside the city; Jock's Lodge.
David Allan, who painted lots of the city's lower classes at work, has an illustration of an 18th century Blue Gown wearing his badge, begging at one of the city ports. Clearly an old soldier, he has lost a leg - probably why he was accorded the "privilege" of his station.
A photo in the Book of the Old Edinburgh Club (vol. 23) shows the back of the toll house and a now-demolished villa beyond, which is thought to be the site of the Blue Gowns or Jockies Lodge. This house was cleared to widen the road to Restalrig/ Smokie Brae in the 1930s
This is a thread about Jock's Lodge and not Piershill, so suffice to say, in 1794 a big cavalry barracks was built to to the east of Jock's Lodge on the site of a house called Piershill. This illustration was made in 1798.
The origin of Piershill as a placename is lost to time, but it's probably descriptive, something to do with willow trees, and nothing to do with a man named Piers or Pierre. The name is much older than the house which took it in the 1760s.
The barracks were demolished in the 1930s and replaced with two large circuses of showpiece council housing, by the City Architect Ebenezer James Macrae. Much of the masonry from the barracks was recut and used in the facade dressing andboundary walls of the houses.
I love this calotype by David Octavius Hill and Robert Adamson. For obvious reasons it is called "Edinburgh Ale" and shows (L-R), writer and stained glass artist James Ballantine, social reformer Dr. George Bell and D. O. Hill himself, all on the sauce and having a giggle
It shows serious men being relaxed and having fun. Taken in 1844, in the infancy of photography, it also just happens to probably be the first ever photograph taken of people drinking beer.
Given it's probably taken in Hill & Adamson's studio at Rock House on Calton Hill, also Adamson's home, it definitely needs a blue plaque to say "on this spot in 1844, the first ever drunken* group selfie was taken".
Apropos current events, I thought it might be interesting, relevant or both to delve a little into the name of a certain street and dispel a few myths or misapprehensions about it. 🧵👇
The Royal Mile of course is the ancient "high street" of Edinburgh's Old Town, marking the mile long route between Edinburgh Castle and the Palace of Holyroodhouse; long trodden by monarchs of Scotland, yes?
Well, no. Not really. Well, the bit about it being a mile long between the Castle and the Palace is correct, it almost exactly is. But that's a statute mile, not a Scots mile (which is ~200m longer) which should raise a slight suspicion as to how ancient it really is.
The "things I'd like to write a thread about" in traycan get pretty overcrowded so it brings me more than a little bit pleasure to say that it's only taken me 7 months to get around to my promise of following up on the Quarryholes (which at least 2 of you are keen to hear!) 🧵👇
The Quarryholes is not one but two distinct places, the Upper or Over Quarryholes (blue) and the Nether or Lower Quarryholes (red), as shown by Roy on his 1750s Lowland Map (🗺️NLS). You can see the tailburn of Lochend cutting between the two.
As the name suggests, the Quarryholes were areas where quarrying had once taken place and left behind pits and cliffs on the ground. A settlement grew up at each location.
Verdict from herself who had never ever been allowed to try it as a child:
👩🏼 "It tastes like church hall diluting juice with a Vitamin C tablet in it".
Then refused to drink any more...
I personally can't recall what it really tasted like, 35-odd years ago. But I suppose the chemical fruit flavour is accurate, but I do remember it being a bit gloopier and fizzier and with more of a head on it
If you are in the Edinburgh area and hankering after a pair of thoroughly excellent and slightly less than usual wheels then I am selling a pair in nearly new condition. Sturmey Archer drum brakes and 3-speed all round. gumtree.com/p/bicycle-acce…
Selling purely because I've never had a reason to use them in the last 8 years, they were bought when I was younger and foolish and single and childless and could decide I was going to build a completely random winterproof bike on an old road frame rescued out a skip on a whim.
The Flying Sloth was fun for a while, but after 2 very bad winters that inspired it, it found itself faced with a consistent mild spell and consigned to being salvaged for parts. Now I want the space these wheels are taking up back.
I do have a little thread on Trinity House (and where the name comes from), but it does not explain why the date is 1570, rather than 1555 when the house was established.
The date is obviously old, taken from the original 16th century fraternity house, the rest of the carving is newer. The whole lot was built into the modern house walls later on.