Shortly after our trip to Ardeer, my friend and I took a visit to Gartloch Ayslum on a Sunday morning.
Gartloch was opened in 1896 as an asylum for the poor of Glasgow. During WW2 it was used as a tuberculosis hospital before being brought under NHS management in 1948.
After it's closure in 1996 some of the buildings were converted for housing and new estates have sprung up around it. The area is well known locally with loads of obvious evidence of fires and other destruction, there's a couple of the main buildings left standing, one of them likely only because of the extensive scaffolding.
The floors in this place aren't the best so we didn't explore much of the upper levels, the wood flooring is soft and there are a lot of ceilings collapsed underneath the floorboards. We also didn't attempt the structure supported by scaffolding as we were heading to check out St Peter's Seminary the same day. Being a lovely easter morning the ground floor was barely lit and I learned the lesson that a phone torch is near useless. It was surprising just how much there was still remaining in the building: patient reports, letters from family and art work. Newspapers seemed to date from around 1950s up until the 70s.
Gartloch was opened in 1896 as an asylum for the poor of Glasgow. During WW2 it was used as a tuberculosis hospital before being brought under NHS management in 1948.
After it's closure in 1996 some of the buildings were converted for housing and new estates have sprung up around it. The area is well known locally with loads of obvious evidence of fires and other destruction, there's a couple of the main buildings left standing, one of them likely only because of the extensive scaffolding.
The floors in this place aren't the best so we didn't explore much of the upper levels, the wood flooring is soft and there are a lot of ceilings collapsed underneath the floorboards. We also didn't attempt the structure supported by scaffolding as we were heading to check out St Peter's Seminary the same day. Being a lovely easter morning the ground floor was barely lit and I learned the lesson that a phone torch is near useless. It was surprising just how much there was still remaining in the building: patient reports, letters from family and art work. Newspapers seemed to date from around 1950s up until the 70s.
