Day 169 Last Day in Scotland – Devil’s Porridge, Deaths and Marriages

Monday 21 September 2015

Annan to Gretna Green

11 miles

Hazeldene Hotel

It rained all night and carried on until 10am. The forecast was for it to stop raining late morning so I had a lie in. I was very cosy in my tent so I was in no hurry to get up. Fortunately I didn’t have a long walk today so I could take my time. It proved to be a good decision as, although I packed my tent away wet, I didn’t really get wet at all today. 

Breakfast was self-made ox tongue and tomato sandwiches (left over from yesterday) followed by a coffee and an iced apple turnover from the bakery in town. That’s got to be a breakfast fit for a king?! 

The width of the Solway firth – England and Scotland in view
 I walked out of Annan and down the side roads towards the Solway Firth at Battlehill. From here I was able to walk just over a mile alongside the estuary before being forced inland again. 

A crab on the path (yes, this is a path – it rained a lot last night)
  I stopped to watch 3 men dressed in oilskins cleaning and repairing their, rather impressive, stake net while the tide was out.  

Stake nets for catching fish in the estuary
 There were good views across to England and I enjoyed listening to all the waders picking at the mud.  

A good view of the mud and of England
 I was advised by a man from a house overlooking the estuary not to attempt the path around the (now decommissioned) Eastriggs Explosive Storage Depot as no one walks that way, which I took to mean the path would be completely overgrown and possibly non-existent. As it turned out I’m glad I headed inland to Eastriggs.  

Excellent museum in Eastriggs
 Eastriggs has a brilliant little museum called The Devil’s Porridge Museum. With a name like that I had to check it out. The term was coined by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle who, as a newspaper reporter, decided the mix of nitroglyceride and gun cotton looked like porridge.  

Memorial to animals in war outside The Devil’s Porridge
 I had no idea that this coastline was once the site of the UK’s largest, and quite secret, WWI munitions factory. A 9-mile long factory built in a desolate landscape out of reach of enemy aircraft, with excellent rail links and a good water supply (the River Esk). When we ran out of ammunition in 1915 Lloyd George had this factory built and at its height it manufactured 1,100 tonnes of cordite a week. All by 30,000 workers, most of whom were women, and their feat played a big part in securing better jobs and votes for women.  

A map of the extent of the munitions factory, including the new towns of Eastriggs and Gretna
 The museum tells this story and I spent a couple of hours looking around. The factory was built by Irish navvies and the alcohol problems were so bad that the government bought all the pubs in the area under a State Management Scheme that introduced watered-down beer, licensing hours, a drinking age and other rules. The government owned these pubs until 1973!

The factory was opened in 1916 and the towns of Eastriggs and Gretna were new towns, designed by the best architect and built to provide all the facilities necessary to ensure contented workers. The factory was only open for a couple of years but it made a huge contribution. What a fantastic history.  

This was the old row of shops in 1916 Gretna
 The other story told in the museum is of the UK’s worst rail disaster that also happened just outside Gretna in 1915. Five trains were involved and 227 people died, almost all of them TA soldiers from the Leith Battalion of the Royal Scots, on their way to Gallipoli. Only 6 of those men made it to Gallipoli. It was such an horrific crash that some men amputated their own limbs to escape the raging fire. Those that couldn’t escape were possibly shot after the officers drew lots to decide who should have the task of putting them out of their misery. How hideous. 

I walked along the roads into Gretna and admired its layout and the few surviving buildings from 1916. There aren’t many left but the wide streets and new town layout were still evident.  

Clive House Hostel (for female workers) is now houses
 Just across the motorway is Gretna Green, where I was staying. I walked past The Old Smithy, the famous site of many runaway weddings by the ‘Anvil Priests’. It’s clearly a big commercial enterprise now.  

The Old Smithy, Gretna Green
 For my last meal in Scotland I had to choose as a starter the deep fried haggis with whisky sauce. No contest.  

Deep fried haggis in a whisky sauce – farewell Scotland
 The hotel had a free jukebox but, unfortunately I couldn’t find Dougie MacLean and ‘Caledonia’. 

Random fellows sat outside a house on the edge of Gretn

One thought on “Day 169 Last Day in Scotland – Devil’s Porridge, Deaths and Marriages

  1. chris frazer September 22, 2015 / 4:19 am

    Scotland is now a beautiful, if somewhat wet, memory……….Now lets gets some miles done before the winter…..its all down hill from there…On on Marshal of the Air (Retd)…..No more loafing in Starbucks and museums. I suspect that the English side of the Solway Firth will be equally tricky. I remember it being pretty desolate at the end of Hadrian’s Wall which you will pass. Good luck be careful.

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