Rosslyn Chapel

Rosslyn Chapel has the kind of history and mystery that makes me want to believe the conspiracy theories.

I don't believe them. But I want to believe them because it's so much more fun to believe the Knights Templar and Freemasons are tied into the chapel and that secrets are buried underground and coded into the carvings on the walls.

Rosslyn Chapel, on an appropriately overcast morning.

The chapel was founded in 1446 by William St. Clair (the family is now known as "Sinclair"). Its general architectural plan seems to be based on the Glasgow cathedral, though much of Rosslyn Chapel was never completed. Some conspiracy theorists apparently argue that the plan of the chapel is based on the Temple in Jerusalem, but the architectural plans don't really line up even if they're twisted or distorted.

Anyway, it's a small chapel — only 69 feet long and 42 feet high — with a profusion of stone carvings, both inside and out. Approximately 40 years of construction on the chapel largely ceased after William St. Clair died.

View of Rosslyn Chapel on the opposite side, outside its wall.

In the Victorian era, a small baptistry was tacked onto the western end of the chapel. I'm not a fan of it.

Like most folks, I first heard of Rosslyn Chapel in The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown, and first saw it in the film of the same name. The general conspiracy theory — though not necessarily what is described by The Da Vinci Code — is that the St. Clair family had historic ancestral ties to the Knights Templar, and when the Templars were destroyed by the Pope and French king Philip IV, some of the members fled to Scotland and took refuge. Eventually, some of the religious artifacts held by the Templars were hidden within or beneath Rosslyn Chapel.

What are those supposed relics? Perhaps the Holy Grail or even the body of Christ.

I simply can't do justice in a mere blog post to the many scholarly and conspiracy theories which abound. You can find plenty with simple internet searches, as well as books, novels, treatises, etc. 

The chapel's exterior is decorated with numerous carvings. Unfortunately, the chapel was built with sandstone and those carvings have taken a beating over the centuries from erosion.

Archivolt over a window.

The pinnacles of the chapel's flying buttresses are lavishly carved.

The blackening is a remnant of coal pollution during the Industrial Revolution.

Each window has its own unique design and carvings.

One of the waterspout gargoyles.

While the exterior of the chapel has numerous carvings, it pales in comparison with the inside. The chapel's interior is profusely covered with thousands of stone carvings. Almost all of the walls and ceilings are covered in carvings, many of which appear to present Templar and Masonic symbols and rituals. (The Freemasons were originally a guild of stone masons who often worked in the employ of the Templars for building projects, and perhaps may have secretly continued the Templars after their formal destruction.)

Given its thousands of disparate carvings, Rosslyn Chapel is rife for (mis)interpretation.

The St. Clair/Sinclair family has retained possession of the chapel since its founding. They currently allow no photography inside the chapel, so the pictures of the interior shown here are from their web site for the chapel, unless otherwise noted.

Among the many highlights inside the chapel is the Apprentice Pillar (or "Prentice Pillar"). According to the story, the master mason received from William St. Clair a model of the pillar he wanted. Before the master mason would work on it, he wanted to travel abroad to see the original pillar. The story is vague as to where that pillar was located. While the master mason was traveling, the apprentice mason had a dream of the pillar and completed it before the master mason returned. It was better than anything than the master mason could do himself. Growing jealous when he saw the column, the master mason took his mallet and struck the apprentice mason on the head, killing him. The master mason was then executed for his crime, and his face was carved into the chapel and forced to stare at the apprentice's pillar.

Unfortunately, this story first came about in the 18th century, hundreds of years after the completion of the chapel.

Apprentice Pillar.

It's a truly beautiful and striking pillar, with dragons ringing the base, vines and leaves wrapping upward around the pillar, and foliage at the top. I think it's the most accomplished carving in the chapel.

Among the many other carvings are Freemason symbols of angels in unusual positions, like this one of a fallen angel (Lucifer) hanging upside down and bound with rope:

"Lucifer," fallen angel upside down and bound with rope.

Then there are the many "Green Men" — more than 100 — who are scattered throughout the building. These are ancient pagan symbols of fertility and growth, with vines exiting the mouth showing unity between nature and man. Rosslyn Chapel is a nominally Christian space immersed in Masonic and Celtic images.

Green Man, photo courtesy of Wikipedia.

While the Green Men are ancient Celtic symbols, the chapel also includes modern images (for the 15th century). For example, bagpipes first appeared in Scotland in the early 1400s, and the chapel has one of the first known images of bagpipes, with an angel squeezing out a tune:

Bass drone pipe off to the side of his head, tenor drone tucking behind his head, bag under his arm, chanter in his hands, but no blowpipe for the mouth.

I also must mention the 213 cubes or boxes. Sticking out from arches and pillars, these carved boxes have a variety of patterns on them which many people think bear a code or set of instructions. What do they mean? As yet, no one has shown a definite pattern or interpretation. One recent interpretation is musical notes, and a "Rosslyn Motet" — not a good one, incidentally — has been composed from it.

213 of these little cubes?  They gotta mean something!

The striking visitor's center.

We spent nearly two hours at the chapel, wandering inside and out. It has a newly-built visitor center — you can see the Masonic influence — with nifty displays. It's state of the art with interactive computer displays.

Our visit to Rosslyn Chapel was on a weekend in the summer, which meant it was crowded. So crowded, in fact, it became almost claustrophobic. With hundreds of carvings throughout the building, there aren't just a few locations that draw all the attention. Consequently, people stop and stand willy-nilly without regard to allowing others to pass, making it difficult to maneuver. It was even harder for Kate, who had Jackson on her back in a hiking backpack — great for keeping him contained but hard to navigate without bumping people.

I look forward to returning on a weekday in the fall or winter, when the crowds will be small and I can have more time to study the carvings. It is one of the most unique chapels/churches I have come across in Europe.

What do you think? Have a nagging suspicion that the conspiracy theorists might be right?

Weekend activities

We had a fun weekend of family-friendly tourist sites. Jackson and I started on Friday morning with a walk to a nearby construction site. We spent 30 minutes watching from various vantage points, as diggers dropped dirt into dumpers, forklifts carried stacks of wood, and cement mixers swirled and deposited cement. Our walk last Wednesday had similarly passed this construction site.  Last Thursday Jackson was distressed that rain prevented any construction activities, so I knew watching construction on Friday would be a hit. In fact, we spent almost 30 minutes this morning (Monday) at the construction site, and we would have spent more time except the workers went on break. I fear we're becoming construction site groupies.

Jackson likes to instruct the workers: "Diggers keep moving!"  "Dumpers back up!"

Jackson currently is smitten with construction vehicles, most particularly diggers. When reading before naptime or bedtime, out of more than 100+ books he almost always picks books about construction vehicles, whether it's a picture book naming various machines or a book about dinosaurs operating construction vehicles. This obsession follows earlier obsessions with trains ("choo choos") and airplanes. I suppose it's really an obsession with any vehicles, since he usually carries around a school bus, police car, and Hummer. Vehicles -- metal, plastic, Lego, small, large, old, 70s-vibe, new -- are his daily raison d'être. 

Later on Friday morning, Jack and Grammar and I headed over to the Kelvingrove Art Museum and Gallery.

Kelvingrove Art Museum and Gallery. Jackson abandoned pushing his pram {Ed.'s note: that's "stroller" to you Americans} and exited stage right to chase pigeons.

This wonderful museum was a big hit with Jackson, though we ventured into only three of its many rooms. Indeed, Jack easily could have spent a couple of hours wandering in just one of the main exhibit halls, which bursts with stuffed wildlife, a WWII plane, and myriad random pieces. In other rooms are art galleries and a multitude of exhibits on things like ancient Egyptians and Scottish history and architecture and so on. I'm sure I'll write more about Kelvingrove at a later time, since it looks destined to be part of our regular kiddo (and adult) entertainment.

One of the large exhibit halls in the Kelvingrove museum.

Jackson saw that the plane had no pilot and asked, "Pilot napping?"

We ate lunch at the Kelvingrove while listening to one of the daily organ concerts. The organ is adequate and certainly fills the room with sound, but the musical selection on Friday -- emphasizing fluff like "Memories" from Cats -- was disappointing.

Tuna fish sandwiches go well with organ concerts.

After three hours in the Kelvingrove we went home for naptime and playing in the park.

On Saturday, we took a driving tour through some of the Borders region of Scotland. We stopped first at Rosslyn Chapel, most recently famous because of The Da Vinci Code.

Mysterious Rosslyn Chapel emerges at the top of a hill.

Rosslyn Chapel is a wonder of stonemasonry and carving. Much of the interior of the chapel is covered with intricate carvings and friezes. A number of scholars conspiracy theorists like to find hidden meanings in the carvings, claiming secret knowledge and connections to the Freemasons and Knights Templar. Unfortunately, photography isn't allowed inside the chapel. Later this week I plan to write a longer post about the chapel.

We then traveled south through the rolling hills to the Border Abbey ruins of Kelso, Jedburgh, and Dryburgh. These magnificent abbeys were the subjects of repeated attacks by English armies during wars between England and Scotland. The abbeys were mostly destroyed by armies of Henry VIII in the 1540s. They linger as evocative ruins, open for clambering exploration and photography bait.

We first visited Kelso Abbey, of which little remains. These ruins are worth only a short stop, since there isn't all that much left of the abbey to see.

Kate in red provides a sense of the size of the Kelso Abbey ruin. 

The town of Kelso is charming, and we had a fun meal at The Hoot 'n' Cat Coffee Shop, which we highly recommend. They offered buckets of toys for the wee ones to play with, cooked fast and tasty food, had clean bathrooms, and supplied cheerful service. We wish we could transplant The Hoot 'n' Cat to Glasgow.

The Hoot 'n' Cat is a terrific coffee shop in Kelso.

We stopped next at Jedburgh Abbey. It was the most impressive of the ruined abbeys we visited.  Though it has no roof, its walls still thrust skyward. The abbey has a storybook or movie-quality ambience.

Kate taking a breather from chasing Jackson around the ruins of Jedburgh Abbey.

It was impossible to take a bad photograph of Jedburgh Abbey.

We then drove on to Dryburgh Abbey. This abbey was more remote than the others and gave a sense of seclusion. Only parts of it remain, but you can get a sense of how and where the monks lived within its walls. Of the three abbeys we visited, this was the most friendly for Jack, allowing him ample room to run and climb and explore.

A corner of the Dryburgh Abbey ruins.

Given our slow pace, we ran out of time to visit Melrose Abbey, the fourth major Borders Abbey; it is definitely on our list of places to visit in the future. I hope to write more about these abbeys later this week.

On our drive home we stopped at Scott's View, supposedly Sir Walter Scott's favorite vista. It was nice, but nothing spectacular.

To be honest, this view from the side of the road about 1/4 mile from Scott's View is a better vantage point.

On Sunday, we decided to sleep as late as Jack would let us, which thankfully turned out to be 8:30 in the morning. Since he usually wakes around 7:00 or 7:30, this was a nice surprise. After a lazy morning we headed to Mugdock Country Park, a sprawling wooded park on the northwestern edge of Glasgow. On our way, we enjoyed the rolling hills and farmland that border the city.

Cows grazing near the road on the way to Mugdock Country Park.

We are continually surprised that Glasgow can seemingly disappear once we go around a bend in the road, and suddenly we find ourselves in the midst of countryside.

Mugdock park looks to be a bonanza for hiking, dogwalking, and kid entertainment. We were planning only a quick trip to see what we would find, and ended up spending a couple of hours wandering with Mattie and letting Jackson romp in a play area on the grounds.