Grassmarket Hostelries – Watercolour in an A4 Watercolour Moleskine
The Grassmarket used to be a rather rough area in the centre of Edinburgh due to its many pubs. The pubs remain but attempts have been made to clean up the reputation of the area. A few years ago it would have been unusual to see folk sitting outside enjoying a drink and a bite to eat but my scene shows just that. The pub, in question, is called “The Last Drop” taking its name from the place where public executions took place just near where these trees are. Mind you, we were civilised in those day. The scaffold had a curtain around the lower half so the crowds, sometime as much as 30,000, could not see the body fall after it disappeared through the trapdoor. How considerate! One of the other places is named after Maggie Dickson. She was sentenced to hand in 1728 for “Failing to declare a pregnancy”. In those days, family were allowed to reclaim the body straight after execution and when she was being taken away, for burial, noises were heard coming from her coffin. Rumours abounded that the hangman had, somehow, “botched” the job for a reward but, since people could not be executed twice (under Scot’s law) “Half Hangit Maggie” was reprieved and lived for another 35 years.























roseindigo 2:35 pm on August 1, 2009 | #
Love your stories, especially this one. Sounds like Maggie had great family support.
Nice sketch too!
Sophie Brown 8:04 pm on August 1, 2009 | #
This is nice. I think it’s interesting that the buildings farther back have a more dreamlike quality, I don’t know what “ephemeral” means but I think that’s the word I would use. I think it seems more like summer than usual.
trebor61 2:34 am on August 2, 2009 | #
Rose, perhaps Maggie’s family “support” lessened the “drop”. Would they be part of an “Extended Family?” Thanks for this. Glad you like my accompanying stories which are great fun reading up about. I’m actually learning more about my own country by contributing to Skineart. Just building up a plethora of information to bore visitors to death with.
Sophie, if by ephemeral (something that lasts briefly) you are referring to my attempts at aerial perspective in the buildings then I thank you so much as this was deliberately done. If you are, however, talking about the summer then you are extremely astute and are describing the Scottish weather accurately. Our “brief” summer seems to have disappeared, the warm weather replaced by the usual sunshine and showers. Weather forecasters are being paraded on TV to apologise for getting their predictions of a “Barbecue Summer” wrong. Perhaps summary executions will now follow. Our “Ephemeral Summer” has gone.