The ruins of Arbroath Abbey (c1178) is one of the most important historical sites in Scotland. The current fishing village of Arbroath has formed aroound the ruins.
The Arbroath Abbey was the site of the signing of the Declaration of Arbroath (actual document HERE) the document proclaiming Scotland an independent nation, foreshadowing the US Declaration of `independence.
Although the Arbroath Abbey was one of the richest, it was closed at the Reformation, and from 1590 on, it was robbed of its stones by local builders.
The cathedral at the abbey was huge.
Wonderful olde world passages and twisting stairwells.
I would love to have seen the Abbey when it was in all its pristine beauty.
The Abbey was constructed of red sandstone, a somewhat unique building material from the time.
Not all of the structures were completely destroyed.
The magnificent Abbots House, also of red sandstone - very red because of the rain. That door going under the house sure looks inviting . . .
The vaults under the Abbots House . . . this tourist came in while I was shooting . . . and stayed very still.
Some of the 'extra' archeological finds are displayed in the basement of the Abbots House.
The ghostly green light, the other-worldly sounds, and the strange light emanating from behind this door were enough to inhibit further exploration . . . . so I left.
There were several high vantage points to view the lay-out of the original Abbey. The main chapel must have been very grand, as the huge column bases indicate.
I left my shoes in this photo . . . on the Stairwell Unto Hell . . .
I'm a sucker for photos framed by arches. Guilty as charged . . .
I also enjoy photographing doors . . . all over the world. They are the portals to an enclosure; an enclosure of that which is on the other side.
I wandered into this chamber and discovered a very informative exhibit about the signing of the Declaration of Arbroath (document and translation HERE), signed on 6 April, 1320, which declared Scotland independence.
Wonderful medieval atmosphere in here . . . the literal home of freedom.
I enjoyed wandering around in these old spaces. I had the whole place to myself.
. . . if these walls could talk . . .
I was surprised to find this apparition had appeared on a photo I took under the Abbey . . . who is this guy?
Fresh Spring grass, arches, and rooms to explore.
Even though it was a murky day in northeast Scotland, I still managed some pretty good photos . . . and had a nice afternoon while my wife was playing in a golf tournament at Carnustie.
UNDER CONSTRUCTION !