So why did local poet William Muir write a lament for the decline of this beautiful spot in the early 1800s?
Today, the Clachan of Campsie feels like it has always been a quiet rural retreat - albeit one close to Glasgow. Its beginnings were certainly peaceful: the first resident we know about was St Machan, a 12th century Celtic saint who built a small chapel at the foot of the Glen. In 1175 a church was built near his grave. It was much remodelled over the centuries, and finally abandoned in 1828. It’s now a picturesque ruin.
![Ruins of St Machans Kirk © David McVey St Machans Kirk](content/discoveringbritain/images/Clachan%20of%20Campsie/IMG_2230_colour.jpg)
But these idyllic beginnings and its calm present couldn’t be more different from how this tiny hamlet transformed in the 19th century. As well as an ecclesiastical centre, the Clachan became a focus for industry.
The Glazert Burn provided a convenient source of water and power, and so by the 1800s a meal mill (for grinding oatmeal), a blacksmith, a bleachfield (a field for spreading cloth to be bleached in the sun), a printfield (a place for printing cotton fabrics), a kiln, and a textile workshop with over fifty looms had grown up here! Labour and raw materials such as wool were all readily available locally, and help explain the Clachan’s rapid growth at this time. In 1851 the bleachfield alone employed 50 people.
![Bleachfields in Clachan of Campsie © welcometolennoxtown.co.uk Bleachfields in Clachan of Campsie](content/discoveringbritain/images/Clachan%20of%20Campsie/Bleach_Fields_Clachan_of_Campsie.jpg)
Such activity had drastic environmental implications, as Muir’s poem The Decay of Local Attachment tells us;
The Glazert stream that once so pure,
Did through thy vallies glide,
Meandering past the cottage door,
And by the hamlet’s side.
Is now a poisoned putrid rill,
Diverted from its course,
To drive the massy fulling mill,
With all its frothy force.
Bear in mind that the bleachfield probably used sulphuric acid or chlorine to speed the whitening process, and you can imagine what must have been spilling into the Glazert. Add to that the smoke from the kiln and the ringing blows of the hammer on metal in the smithy and you can appreciate how shocking this industry must have seemed to the residents used to their quiet glen.
Later in the 19th century much of the industry moved east to Lennoxtown as other forms of power became more cheaply available. Nowadays the Clachan is quiet again. Cyclists whirr in to the renowned cycle shop in the square and the smell of coffee wafts from the café. Walkers start here for the Campsie Fells which soar upwards of 1500ft beyond the buildings. In the kirkyard the grass is soft under your feet, and you can hear the gentle rush of the waters of the Glazert, now clean and untroubled by industry.
However, the countryside is always changing and it’s likely that new industries will present new challenges. There are already concerns about windfarms in the Campsie Fells and elsewhere in Scotland. To some they are a blight, whilst others argue they will simply become an accepted part of our landscapes. If William Muir were alive today, would the turbines prompt another lament?
Images:
Ruins of St Machan's Kirk © David McVey
Bleachfields, Clachan of Campsie © welcometolennoxtown.co.uk
The Liberal Laird
If you enter the kirkyard the first memorial you see is to the poet William Muir. Another monument commemorates another man who, like Muir, was ahead of his time.
Look for an impressive column recalling John McFarlan (1767-1846). McFarlan was a local landowner who opened up his estate for the public to enjoy access to the countryside. He lived in the house of Ballencleroch, which later became the Campsie Glen Hotel and whose site is now occupied by the Schoenstatt Retreat Centre.
McFarlan was a passionate advocate of wider suffrage, education for the poor and, as we’ve heard, encouraged ordinary people to enjoy his part of the countryside. This earned him the moniker 'the Liberal Laird'. He was also a supporter of the famous radical lawyer Thomas Muir (1765-1799) who is known as the ‘father of Scottish democracy’ for his work in the reform movement. Appropriately, the 13-mile signposted Thomas Muir Trail begins at the Clachan and then runs through the beautiful grounds of McFarlan’s former home.