Our Stories
"We don't see the young Scotts in the afternoon"
Our parents always told us that we must never walk in sight of the mansion house, for fear of upsetting the ladies of the house.
However, there was a family story from when my ... read more.
25th June 2008
The first time I had ever felt loss
As a child, my mother would often take me through what remained of the grounds in my buggy, walking our lurcher and jack russel dogs. I remember the archway, and some steps and a ... read more.
25th June 2008
As if it was yesterday
When playing in the ruins as a boy, a group were all over the house for approximately four hours. When it was time to go home, we were walking away, turning round to ... read more.
25th June 2008
Streams of people
25th June 2008
The Sandman
I remember swimming in the pool just under the bridge with my westie 'Angus' who used to love being thrown off the bridge and swimming back for more. It was a favourite hide out ... read more.
25th June 2008
Too fragile to be moved
25th June 2008
All was not natural beauty
Quite a bit of my childhood was spent exploring the woods. We would walk up to the site of the house, past a large holly tree. Sometimes we'd explore into the woods and ... read more.
25th June 2008
It was a great place
I used to play at Craigends House with my friends in the late 60's early 70's, the house was still pretty intact at the time we used to spend the whole of our school ... read more.
25th June 2008
It seemed like every child from Linwood was swimming in the Gryffe
I always remember one particularly hot summer when it seemed like every child from Linwood was swimming in the Gryffe below the house. We used to sit under the Yew tree and tell scary ... read more.
25th June 2008
If only he could have seen it in its full glory
When my friends and I where young we were never aloud to go down to the manor but always did. It was an amazing place to go and being from North Clippens in Linwood ... read more.
25th June 2008
What a great place to grow up
Like almost all the kids from Linwood in the 60's & 70's we spent most weekends & all our summer holidays either swimming in the Gryffe, playing in the old ruin of the house ... read more.
25th June 2008
I can still smell those apples
25th June 2008
We would use the lights from our bikes to explore the tunnels
My dad took my sisters and I for walks up the "manor" as we called it for many years with our dog Lucky.
I remember the big old grand entrance covered in ... read more.
25th June 2008
We wandered around the old manor house
I first went up on my own with my pal Paul from Cowal Drive, we were about 9 or 10, so it would be about 1970. I can't believe we wandered around the old ... read more.
25th June 2008
Never to return
I recently visited Craigends while on holiday in the UK. I was hoping to see some of the ruins of the house - I was not expecting to see much. "Are we in ... read more.
25th June 2008
The ghostly monk who was said to haunt the grounds
I had wonderful times as a child playing hide and seek with friends at the house and swimming in the river at the bridge into the grounds from the oilfields estate. I used to ... read more.
25th June 2008
I was quite adventurous at that age
I visited Craigends a few times by pushbike from Johnstone must be in the early to mid 60s
I remember the entrance was a big archway with large ornate gates that led you through ... read more.
25th June 2008
Afternoon tea with Mrs Cunningham
I was brought up at Woodend until I joined the Army in 1969. I remember being sent round to Craigends as a child dressed in my kilt, for tea on a Sunday with Mrs ... read more.
19th February 2009
The last Laird's final journey
When my father was just a young boy he and his cousins climbed a nearby hill to watch as the Laird's coffin was carried on it's final journey from Craigends to Kilbarchan New Cemetery. ... read more.
19th February 2009
