Journeys Past

Burying Fergus

A holy man comes to Cathures

St Mungo comes to Cathures (Glasgow) Old hospitals are dismal places and Glasgow’s Royal Infirmary is no exception. Although there’s a modern extension next to it, the old Victorian building is still extensively used. I was visiting a friend who was in a ward in the old wing. I had no intention of hanging around the corridors of this old hospital. I shudder to think what tales would unfold about this place, and was vaguely aware that there were many souls wandering aimlessly here.

The Clock Stopped

We struggled to free the women...

Templeton Carpet Factory near Glasgow Green I like walking through Glasgow Green. Even as a lad, I’d walk down here. Sometimes my mother would send me out with my little sister in the pram and I was told to take her for some fresh air. It didn’t do my image any good – a wee boy pushing his sister about in a pram, but I ignored the other boys’ sneers and made the best of it.

Pew Punch-Up

Push them back against the wall!

Glasgow Cathedral survives the Reformation - just Although I was born in Glasgow and lived there most of my early life, I had never set foot inside the Cathedral until about two years ago. I’ve visited this great building on a few occasions since then. Today I was inside the main hall, all spartan with the only colours being provided by the glass windows and faded flags. The interior colours were mostly light grey, dark grey and black.

Dodging the Turnips

Amateur night in a Glasgow music hall

Photographs by Wishart Frankfield (1999-2002) Amateur night in a Glasgow music hall “You’ve got to ‘ave a bit of fun you know, life’s all fun!” I’m surprised I’ve never been knocked down by a car or a bus – my head is always in the clouds, visualising, daydreaming, thinking up plots for stories. However, I never imagined being run over by a tramcar! The last time I saw a tramcar on a Glasgow street was in 1962.

7 Blythswood Square

Was her lover's cocoa laced with arsenic?

The infamous Madeleine Smith case It was a nice warm day in Glasgow and I was out and about taking digital photographs outside the house at Number 7 Blythswood Square. Looking at the old building, it was hard to believe that of its many occupants over the years, one the most infamous being a young society lady in Victorian times who was accused of poisoning her lover. After tinkering with the led display on my camera, I looked up and became aware that everything was becoming darker.