

Plentiful visitors to the hill’s summit on a bright autumn evening.
The summit trig on Arthur’s Seat. At least the sword-in-stone graffiti is appropriate.
Cat Nick. I don’t know if this is the original Cat Nick, but it is listed as such now. I remember hearing a story that a druid hermit lived in the Cat Nick in the 1800’s, with a leather hide roof to make a better shelter of his cave, but when he died they filled it in and bricked it over to stop anyone else trying to live rough there.
The Hause Stone looking towards Duddingston
The hause stone looking towards Salisbury Crags.
Salisbury Crags from the ranger station near the palace.
Salisbury Crags
Echo Rock hawthorn with the peak in the background
Looking at the peak from Echo Rock
View from close to the top of Arthur’s Seat, looking towards Dunsapie Loch and the Forth.
Arthur’s Seat from close to St Antony’s Chapel
The meadow above Dunsapie Loch looking towards the Forth.
Standing between the peak and Salisbury Crags, facing towards the Forth.
From the Meadows
From Pollock Halls
Looking over Salisbury Crags is supposed to be where you can see the Brocken Spectre, a phenomenon whereby your shadow is cast on mists below which has caused a lot of superstitions in the area.
I was trying to show the resemblance the hill has to a sleeping bear using photoshop to cobble several shots into one picture here, as per the connection of the name to bears, and not the myth of king Arthur. I need a panoramic lens or a picture from a helicopter to do it properly, I think.
The Bog between Arthur’s Seat and Salisbury Crags
A closer view of Arthur’s Seat
Arthur’s Seat
Arthur’s Seat. Taken on 30/01/05.
Taken 3rd November 2002: This photo is really stretching my personal rule about not posting stuff up about sites I’ve not visited [subsequently rigorously broken]. I had good intentions about climbing Arthur’s Seat, but in the end there wasn’t time. This was taken from Castle Hill.
news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/scotland/4125955.stm
Article about two children who found a strange-shaped flint on Arthur’s Seat over Christmas and took it to the museum of Scotland.
(Reads slightly like an advert for responsibly handing stuff over, but fair enough).
‘Edinburgh
Beltane Rites
(First Day of May)
Arthur’s Seat, a hill of over 800 feet, behind the Palace of Holyroodhouse, is one of the traditional sites on which our pre-Christian forebears were accustomed to light their Beltane fires at sunrise on the first day of May, to hail the coming of summer and to encourage by mimetic magic the renewal of the food supply.
“For the growth of vegetation, not only sunshine, but moisture is necessary: hence not only fire, but water had its place in the Beltane ritual. To the Druids, the most sacred of all water forms was dew, and to the dew of Beltane morning they attributed special virtue, gathering it before dawn in stone hollowed out for that purpose. May dew, in a word, was the ‘holy water’ of the Druids. Those on whom it was sprinkled were assured of health and happiness and, tradition has it, where young women were concerned, of beauty as well, throughout the ensuing year.”
To this day, all over Scotland numbers of young girls rise before dawn on the first of May and go out to the meadow or hillside to bathe their faces in the dew. Arthur’s Seat is a favourite meeting place, and nearby is St. Anthony’s Well, to which many used to resort to “wish-a-wish” on this auspicious day. This picturesque survival of the old pagan rites, together with the Christian service on the summit of the hill, draws hundreds of people to the site. As dawn approaches, numbers of young girls dally on the slopes of Arthur’s Seat, laughing and chattering as they perform the immemorial rite, and are regarded with amused tolerance by the majority of the arrivals as they climb to the summit to join in the Sunrise Service.‘
From ‘The Silver Bough Volume Four’ by F. Marian McNeill (1968) 78-79.
‘In Edinburgh the observance of May Day was never entirely abandoned. Long after the Reformation, sick people were brought to Arthur’s Seat before dawn to bask in the beneficent rays of the ‘new sun’, while others went on pilgrimage to the healing-well of Our Lady of Loretto, at Musselburgh. In the early nineteenth century, says Chambers, the area gates of the Edinburgh houses would open about 4 a.m. and the servant lasses would emerge in their best attire. They were joined by the prentice lads, and together with other enthusiasts, young and old, flocked through the King’s Park to Arthur’s Seat, where a maypole was erected. The proceedings began at daybreak, when the bakers and other craftsmen began to dance round the maypole to the music of pipes, tabours and fifes. At six o’ clock the gentry began to put in an appearance, and soon afterwards the servant lasses left to prepare breakfast. By eight o’ clock the fun was all over.‘
From’ The Silver Bough Volume Two’ by F. Marian McNeill (1959) Page 81.
Two noteable publications for the Antiquarian;
The RCAHMS do a rather nice ‘Broadsheet’ (Number 6, 1999)- basically pics and info on one side and a v good 1:550 map on the other for £1:50- see their website for details.
Other recommended book- ‘Arthur’s Seat and Holyrood Park- A Visitor’s Guide’ by C.R. Wickham-Jones (1996)
Not so much ‘how many times or when have I visited’ this place as opposed to how many years have I lived in its shadow. This is the Mother Hill of Edinburgh- visible from almost every part of the city and beyond. I was born at the edge of Holyrood Park and one of my earliest memories is looking up to Arthur’s Seat from the window of my nursery!
Arthur’s Seat and Holyrood Park are littered with sites from the Neolithic to the present day- forts, cultivation terraces, crannogs and at least six sacred wells. To the south and southeast of Arthur’s Seat are three remaining standing stones intervisible with the Hill. The distinctive shape of the Hill can be seen from sites to the east such at Traprain Law, Gullane Parallel Cairn Cemetery and to the west from such major sites as Cairnpapple Hill. The summit of Arthur’s Seat is still used in a ceremonial manner to this day- every May Day morning folk climb up here to wash their faces in the dew- a strange collection of both Christians who hold a service here to watch the May Day sunrise and those who have been up all night at the Beltane Festival on the nearby Calton Hill! The Park is also a popular place to roll hard boiled eggs at the fertility festival of Easter.
Apparently the name of this hill doesn’t have much to do with King Arthur, but is more likely derived from the Gaelic ‘Arn-na-Said’ meaning Height of the Arrows.