Seeing the abundance of crops in Jock Tamson’s Gairden at the moment brings back a happy childhood memory for one of our trustees:
When I was a wee boy my mother used to give us (me, sister & brother) a big basket of peas to shell and a bowl for the pods and one for the peas and we would sit on the kitchen doorstep in the morning sun.
My mother told us that while we were shelling peas we had to keep whistling, no matter what, because it bought good luck.
So we would go out and think it was hilarious and we would happily shell peas and whistle and giggle and if we stopped whistling my mother would shout “ don’t stop the lovely whistling” so we whistle and giggled some more and had lots of yummy fresh peas at lunchtime.
It was years before I realised that you can’t whistle and eat peas at the same time. 🙂
Editors note: This is also the reason why on sailing ships in days of yore the cook was the only one allowed to whistle!
A bit more information on John Thomson – better known as Jock Tamson in his native tongue.
John was born to a minister, Rev. Thomas Thomson, in Dailly, a small village in Ayrshire. Early on his father decided that John should follow him into the ministry. However, John was not of a mind to do this and much preferred drawing and wanted to become an artist. This desire fell on deaf ears and therefore he started studying for the ministry at Edinburgh University. This turned out to be an advantage as the city provided an opportunity to gain more knowledge of the arts. One of the leading artists then was Alexander Nasmyth with whom John became acquainted and studied under for a while. Examples of both their works can be seen in Roslyn Chapel and the National Galleries of Scotland.
John’s father died in 1800 when John was only 21 and he returned to Dailly to succeed his father as minister. This turned out to be a big mistake as neither John or his parishioners were happy with the situation as it was obvious that he preferred painting to the ministry and this secluded village in Ayrshire wasn’t the place for him. His artistic leanings also meant that he had a sense of humour which did not go down well when leading his congregation. By 1805 things had reached a stage where it was better for him to leave Dailly and he headed to Edinburgh to continue his ministry at Duddingston Kirk. It was noted, however, that at no time did he neglect parish in either location. At Duddingston he was able to fulfil both his pastoral duties but also indulge his love of painting in the beautiful location of the manse looking out across the loch.
There is the famous tale of him converting the upper floor of the tower on the loch shore into an artist’s studio which he named ‘Edinburgh’ – that meant, with a clear conscience, he could leave a note for his housekeeper to tell any visiting parishioner that he had gone to Edinburgh, meaning he was undisturbed!
Over the next years he became an established artist and his sales of painting brought him an income well beyond his stipend. He was also an accomplished musician and entertained many celebrities of the day at the manse.
He died in 1840 at a manse window overlooking the loch.
Since then, Duddingston Kirk has been blessed with a long list of able clergymen continuing John’s good work.
We are always happy to welcome you to the Gairden and to have a chat with you, so please feel free to approach our volunteers on site. We’ve had a huge number of people asking about volunteering -especially after the end of lockdown so we’re in the happy position of having a full team of helpers at the moment. There will be spaces available as the year progresses so please let me know if you’d like me to add your name to the waiting list. Message us using the contact page. Please be sure to put volunteering in the subject Lizz Spence, Manager Jock Tamson’s Gairden
Everywhere you look in the Gairden there are green shoots. I took this picture a week or so ago and it will be very interesting to follow the growing cycle through the year. It is a grand vista, with Duddingston Loch in the background, a hint of sunshine and new life appearing.
Jock Tamson’s Gairden seems very quiet as it begins to emerge from the long winter and the lockdown, such a contrast to the frantic activity of last year. The journey from The Glebe Project to Jock Tamson’s Gairden feels like several marathons run end to end. JTG is now a charity in its own right, has a wonderful team of seven Trustees – all achieved during the pandemic restrictions when everything, as you will know well, takes much longer. So here we are, poised on the edge of a new growing season and I’m looking forward to gradually welcoming back our volunteers to begin work on this year’s crops. Look out for our new venture: JTG GREENS TO GO – a portable market stall which will sell our produce. We hope you’ll drop by and buy some fresh, organic veg from us when you’re out for a walk. I feel hugely privileged to have had the chance to see the Glebe Project through its five years and to continue as Manager of JTG. Thanks to you for your encouragement, to Dr Jim Jack for his guidance and encouragement, and to the Kirk Session for its continuing support of this work. JTG remains one of the very few working Glebes in Scotland and the work is made possible by the generous financial support of the following: Duddingston Kirk, The Elizabeth Drummond Charitable Fund, The National Lottery Community Fund Awards for All, Scotmid Community Grants, Edinburgh Local Microgrants, and The Robertson Trust Wee Grants. It’s always lovely to have visitors, so please drop by, say hello and find out what we’re working on. Lizz Spence, Manager, Jock Tamson’s Gairden
On the first of September 2020, OSCR awarded charitable status to Jock Tamson’s Gairden; two hundred and forty two years before that, on the very same day, Mary Hay of Dailly in Ayrshire gave birth to her fourth son, one John Thomson.
When John grew up he followed in his father’s footsteps and became a Church of Scotland minister and later Duddingston’s most famous resident. He served here for thirty-five years as a greatly respected parish minister, much beloved of his congregation. One story exemplifies his kindness: upon apprehending a thief making off with a quantity of linen which had been laid out to bleach on the Glebe, Thomson took the unfortunate man back to the Manse for interrogation. After delivering a stern lecture on the error of the man’s ways, Thomson gave him a hearty meal and sent him on his way with money in his pockets.
Thomson learned the rudiments of painting from the village carpenter when he was a child and later took lessons under Alexander Naysmith, the celebrated Scottish landscapist. His love of painting led him to spend hours in his studio which later became the Playfair-designed building known as the Thomson Tower – it stands next to the Loch in Dr Neil’s Garden. As well as a studio, it became an emotional refuge for him when his wife, Isabella Ramsay died. The story I was told was that Thomson’s friends took one of his paintings to a gallery in the town and that it was purchased by a widow called Frances Ingram Spence. When he and Spence later married they each brought five children from their first marriages to live in the Manse, then went on to have four offspringof their own. When the second Mrs Thomson introduced the children to visitors, she’d say, “Those are my family, and those are John’s, but these are ours.” Then Thomson would say, “they’re a’ Jock Tamson’s Bains”. I’d love to believe that story was the origin of the saying and that we could truly lay claim to the original Jock Tamson, but several other parts of Scotland claim him and to argue would be to go against the egalitarian spirit of the expression, we’re a’ Jock Tamson’s bairns. By the way, if you’re unfamiliar with the phrase it means: we are all the same under the skin….if that still doesn’t clear it up, ask your mammy to explain.
It took the interpretative boards in the present-day Thomson tower before the connection dawned on me and it was a real revelation. That’s when I decided that the Glebe must have a garden to commemorate Duddingston’s most famous resident and to honour the egalitarian spirit of the saying.That’s how Jock Tamson’s Gairden began, and how, four years on you can actually go and sit it in it. I hope you do – take a flask and a picnic, take your pals, take your bairns – enjoy the gorgeous view out over the Loch.
From the wee gairden by the loch, came the big JOCK TAMSON’S GAIRDEN which is the name chosen by the Trustees when they came to form the charity to take forward the work done by the Glebe Project. They thought it said a lot about what we’re about here: Jock Tamson’s Gairden – a garden for everyone to enjoy.
Lizz Spence, Jock Tamson’s Gairden Manager January 2021
P.S. lots of planning, heavy-lifting, digging, sawing and sweating went into our lovely wee garden, so check back here soon for stories and photographs telling that tale.
A few thoughts from one of our wonderful volunteers:
I recently retired and was looking for volunteering particularly something completely different from my working life. I applied to Jock Tamsons Gairden and have been going weekly now for about a year and a half. My gardening skills are limited, however I can say that I absolutely love my days at the garden, I have learned so many new skills and have been encouraged to tackle a variety of jobs always within my capabilities.
I have met so many interesting people from such a wide variety of backgrounds. My mother died a couple of years ago and I have found my weekly visits therapeutic in the peaceful setting beside Duddingston Kirk looking out onto Duddingston Loch. I really enjoy meeting the people who use the garden for activities, volunteering or just to soak in the quiet peaceful atmosphere. I consider Lizz and many of the volunteers as friends who provide laughter and support especially during the last few difficult months.
One thing I have loved is seeing the changes in the garden not only with every season but with the projects as they develop. I feel proud to be a volunteer at the Glebe.