Following Bruces

Another objective on our tour was trying to track down more information about various ancestors. That was the main reasons why the Bruce girls, Margaret and Jenny, wanted to spend time in Scotland.

Great great grandfather Thomas Bruce arrived in Australia sometime between 1851 and 1865 and based on NSW marriage and death certificates we believe he was born in Perth, Scotland and his father was Alexander, a weaver. The Scottish censuses of 1851 to 1871 show an Alexander Bruce, a weaver born in Perth living in Galashiels. One of his children in the 1851 census was a Thomas, also born in Perth, but who was not with the family in later censuses. This may or may not be our Thomas.

Rosslyn Chapel
Rosslyn Chapel

Time did not permit any extensive family research but we were able to visit Perth and Galashiels where we believe they used to live. Perth is about an hour’s drive north of Edinburgh over the Firth of Forth bridge while Galashiels is a similar distance south in the Scottish Borders. A couple of day trips.

We decided to follow our Bruces south on Friday taking a pleasant detour via the Rosslyn Chapel. This charming little chapel has been the beneficiary of the success of Dan Brown’s novel after which the increase in tourists has funded restoration to a far better condition than otherwise.

12 Roxburgh Street Galashiels
12 Roxburgh Street Galashiels

Galashiels was a predominantly a woollen mill town in the middle of the 19th century and we were searching for No. 12 Roxburgh Street (identified in the census) where Alexander Bruce and his family lived. Roxburgh Street is still in the commercial area off the High Street and the sturdy stone buildings of No. 12 and its neighbours could be of the right age to have been the Bruce home and workshop. The local library was not able to provide further information and unfortunately the Borders Family History Society is not open on Fridays, so no further information was available on the day.

River Tay Bridge, Perth
River Tay Bridge, Perth

Saturday saw us off to Perth. We didn’t have any specific objective here and we just soaked up the atmosphere of this pleasant town on the River Tay. St John’s Kirk of Perth in the main church dating from the 13th century. We then planned to visit nearby Scone Palace which is where many of the kings and queens of Scotland had been crowned and resided, including Robert The Bruce.

On our driving tours we have also been following another Bruce. My TomTom from home, a present years ago from my three girls, travelled with us together with UK maps. We set up the TomTom with a distinctive Aussie voice and vernacular and naming him Bruce seemed like the obvious thing to do.

Now I expected Bruce to bring the latest GPS maps with him but it seems he didn’t. This hasn’t been a major problem but at times rather amusing as we have tended to take a more roundabout route than we should.

The Palace is almost immediately north of Perth and having been there previously I thought I knew the way but took the wrong fork in the road and ended up miles away. So we called on Bruce to guide us back to nearby this Point of Interest, and away we went.

The Bruces at Scone Palace
The Bruces at Scone Palace

As we approached our destination, at a T intersection we were confronted with the Gate in the high stone wall straight ahead and were directed by Bruce to proceed. It did not look familiar and as we realised later we had come in the staff and deliveries (tradesman’s) entrance. It led us to a quite large white gravelled square area at the front door of the Palace. We could see the visitor parking area in the distance behind barriers. Understanding our mistake we proceeded to do a U-turn and as we did a very official looking lady with a stern countenance emerged from the Palace glaring and heading in our direction.

We were two minds. Should we confront this staff member and say “the Bruces has arrived back home”, or beat a hasty retreat (within the 10mph speed limit, of course). We chose the latter laughing all the way.


Did I say the Orkney weather forecast was for fine weather – wrong! For our two days stay it was windy with rain squalls and cold (although there was brilliant sunshine the morning we flew back to Edinburgh). Having said that this did not deter us from having an enjoyable stay.

Skara Brae
Skara Brae

Let me start from a roads engineering perspective. The roads on Orkney were overall the best we’ve experienced so far anywhere on our trip. This is probably because of the smooth driving surface and also for not being subjected to heavy traffic volumes. It certainly made for pleasant driving on almost deserted roads which we did from one end of the mainland to the other. We also liked the stone pavements in the centres of the towns of Kirkwall and Stromness. These were narrow single lane thoroughfares used as much by pedestrians as vehicles. Our little hired Ford Focus was a pleasure to drive (a smooth manual gearbox) through the completely treeless countryside where there is water everywhere, either lochs, the coasts of the North Sea and the North Atlantic, or the vast maritime sanctuary of Scarpa Flow. To the south, a number of causeways link the Mainland with smaller islands and eventually South Ronaldsay. Some of these causeways are known as Churchill barriers intended to prevent the entry of German shipping, particularly U-boats, into Scarpa Flow. Nearby is the Italian Chapel, constructed by prisoners of war and another reminder, together with the remains of numerous ship wrecks, of other aspects of that period of Orkney history.

Stones of Stenness
Stones of Stenness

But what else did we experience in Orkney? The two basic aims were to see some of the world’s most ancient historic sites and, on Jenny’s bucket list, to see some puffins. We succeeded nicely in the first but failed to catch a glimpse of those cute little birds. It was probably a little early in the season.

On Orkney some wonderful history has been revealed not only in standing stones and circles but also at the village of Skara Brae and at Maeshowe where neolithic civilisations left their marks from some 5000 years ago. The chambered cairn at Maeshowe under its large earth mound was particularly impressive. This site like many others across the Orkneys also have Norse (Viking) connections. At this site there was Viking runic “graffiti”. The tidal island of the Brough of Birsay has Pictish as well as Viking ruins, but unfortunately we missed another major site at the Broch of Gurness because of the bad weather.

More recent history is on display in St Magnus Cathedral in Kirkwall – it is only 850 years old. This is a church on a grand scale which was quite surprising in this remote part of the world. Nearby are the ruins of the Earl’s and Bishop’s Palaces.

St Magnus Cathedral
St Magnus Cathedral

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The weather was not our friend during our stay and “forced” us the take refuge for a couple of delightful and refreshing interludes at lunchtimes with delicious bowls of soup. Firstly, at the Brough of Birsay and then a most memorable break at the southern end of South Ronaldsay where we were able to look across the water to John O’Groats on the Scottish mainland.

Next it is back to the Scottish mainland and then south.

The Jammer Tour

Things have been going quite smoothly on the tour to date but yesterday was a reality check. Hit by the curse of travellers – we missed our flight (to the Orkneys). It was my own fault for misreading the eTicket and it seemed we were in a real jam. I currently have a Lee Child on my kindle and I could have had a Jack Reacher moment taking out frustration on something or someone. Perhaps I should read better literature instead of action fiction that doesn’t lead to fast and even skim reading.

Orkney Community Flag
Orkney Community Flag – Recognising both its Scottish and Norwegian history

However, luck was on our side and we managed to get a later flight. It seems air traffic to  Kirkwall is not heavy at this time of year or maybe it was because of the bank (ie public) holiday Monday for May Day. Anyway there was plenty of space for us on the 34 seater Saab 340B and it was a smooth and relaxed flight even for those who aren’t fans of smaller planes.

The overall result was the loss of about 4 hours but we all agreed that with 2 full days here we will still have enough time for a leisurely tour of the Orkneys. The dent to my pride as an organised traveller will eventually rebound and I will regain my sense of humour after this somewhat depressing episode.

As I mull over these thoughts, in a better humour, with the light from the early-rising sun trying to squeeze through the curtains I realise that I haven’t introduced our travelling band. Most readers will realise that we are Jenny, Arthur, Margaret and Rowan. Accordingly, I am calling this the Jammer Tour (JAMR) which in a couple of weeks will split up into two as we go separate ways and I will then only write about the Junior Tour (JR).

The sun rises early in Kirkwall because we are 59o North of the equator and in spring with up to 15 hours of sunlight in May. You can compare this latitude to Queenstown, Tassie at 42o South or Queenstown, NZ at 45o South to get a sense of the relative climatic conditions. Even though the weather comes straight off the North Atlantic Ocean, the forecast for the next couple of days is fine with temperatures up to 12oC. So it augers well for touring around the “Mainland” of the Orkneys.



The Bruce girls have arrived in their traditional homeland and all is well with the world.

With only two nights here this time around (we will be back soon) it was decided to hit the priority sites of the Royal Mile, Mary King’s Close and the National Museum plus the essential hop on-hop off city tour bus. We had all visited the castle before and couldn’t really fit a proper revisit in, in the short time available.

Did I write earlier that our history lessons had finished? Silly me, it is just different history. We learned about the Old Town that consisted only of residences (and I use this term loosely) and shops either side of the Royal Mile spine from where the 16th century Palace of Holyroodhouse stands, up the steep hill to the castle. Aspects of the history of the Old Town were theatrically illustrated/performed by our tour guide at Mary King’s Close as being about survival often through poverty, unhygienic surroundings and plague.

the old bell
The Old Bell

The new town was a planned layout and mainly Georgian in character. The bus took us through the city centre so that we could admire its architecture.

Our accommodation is a little way out of the city, although walkable if not raining, at Kildonan Lodge Hotel in Craigmillar Park. This house is an example of the more elegant stone houses that abound in this part of Edinburgh.

Pub meals were enjoyed at Blackfriars Bobby near the Royal Mile and the Old Bell, our local near the hotel, with delicious soups and my particular favourite, steak and ale pie with mash (and Guinness).

In Dublin’s Fair City

A couple of days in Dublin was a welcome respite after our cruise with its excursions in every port.

This month is important in Dublin as it marks the centenary of the 1916 Easter Rising and it is commemorated everywhere. This Rebellion was, of course, a major step on the path to Irish independence and the eventual formation of the Republic of Ireland in 1948.

The centre of Dublin today appears as a young vibrant bustling City. It is busy but relaxed, easy to walk around, although the footpaths are narrow, and there are plenty of places to eat and drink. To get our bearings, and to rest weary legs, we used the hop on – hop off bus to reacquaint and reorient ourselves as well as at least glimpsing the major points of interest. Sightseeing proper was kept to a minimum but included the National Museum with its bog bodies, Christ Church Cathedral and Dublin Castle. We didn’t catch up with Molly Malone…

Not being able to control myself, I slipped away to spend a few hours at the National Archives of Ireland looking for details of my Irish Briscoe ancestors, and with a little success. I could easily spend a week or two doing detailed research at these Archives, the National Library and the Registry of Deeds to fill in gaps in my knowledge of this most interesting branch of my family. Maybe one day.

The Brooks Hotel in Drury Street looked after us well and we dined there as well the Hairy Lemon pub and the Porto House tapis bar. Peter’s Pub was also a pleasant spot for happy hour and I variously enjoyed a Guinness of two, or a Kilkenny beer while others preferred the Irish whisky.

The weather in Dublin was not kind to us, and even the Irish were complaining about the cold. It is with some concern therefore that we head further north to Scotland and the Orkneys.