Growing up by St Peter’s Seminary, Cardross

I first caught wind of the NVA’s sparkling proposals for St Peter’s a few weeks ago on Instagram.

Since moving away from Cardross — my childhood home for over 22 years — I had been out of touch with the village.

But a social media mention of Hinterland — the ambitious sound and light show that would take place at the abandoned seminary, launching Scotland’s 2016 Festival of Architecture — got me replaying faded memories… and wanting to pay a last visit to the austere carcass before it was transformed for new eyes.

The seminary itself has been through multiple transformations.

Completed in 1966 next to the site of former theology building Kilmahew House, it was a place of worship and learning before crumbling into a drug rehabilitation centre in the eighties.

Lauded as an internationally significant piece of modernist architecture, it is one of few buildings in Scotland to hold Category A listed status.


But for me, St Peter’s architectural credentials were muddied and insignificant.

Having grown up just a short walk from the seminary, the place ingrained itself into my childhood. The ‘seminary’ was not just the barren building, stripped back to its concrete shell, but the whole mystery of the grounds.

These fables were passed from my father’s mouth to my eager ears, and as we walked through the overgrown gardens the seminary grew to represent the hidden heart of our quiet village.


My family — the four of us, my brother and parents — spent many a Saturday exploring the wider grounds of St Peter’s. We entered at the north end, following the waterfall and thick rhododendrons to Kilmahew Castle, then onto the hidden island of the priest pond.

Sometimes you’d forget you were in holy lands until you suddenly stumbled upon a wide rusting bridge, an arch of rhododendrons too perfect to be natural, or the square stones of a festering walled garden.

As a child, it was both magical and terrifying, especially when you fell upon the grass-choked tennis courts and finally the seminary itself.


‘They should bomb the bloody thing…’

My father had always disliked the ‘concrete monstrosity’ of St Peter’s. He had moved to Cardross in the early seventies, and saw the original Kilmahew House (theology building) in its heyday.

This modernist mass had nothing on the original Victorian house, he maintained, but I couldn’t agree. There was — and still is — something incredibly haunting about St Peter’s Seminary.

Although in general my memory is far from infallible, I remember the very first time I stepped inside St Peter’s. The fear rose inside me like something I could not control; terror and intrigue playing off each other like graffiti on the altar.

Signatures scarred the walls at every turn, the ceiling oozed water like bodily fluid and the sacred single rooms that the priests once inhabited… well, they were shells; half-filled honeycombs open to the elements.


Since this first visit, I’ve remained intrigued by the building and its surroundings.

I’ve retraced my steps up the sloping walkway to the crumbling altar; I’ve looked into the study area and crossed the walled garden; I’ve checked out books from Glasgow University library, desperately trying to make sense of the seminary’s mystery.

Now, NVA are literally going to shine lights on the building and reanimate it for the next generation of art lovers.

Something will finally be done with the hulk of concrete hidden in Cardross’s heartlands.

However, it was strange to revisit the grounds as the clearance works were ongoing. It felt almost like somebody had taken a sickle to my childhood memories.

After removing swathes of invasive rhododendron, the arch was now collapsing, the once hidden seminary clearly visible through the trees. Even the hidden island had lost its magic, the telltale stone bridge clearly visible from the opposite end of the pond.

All that was left was barren concrete and a couple of rotting iron bridges.


For architecture aficionados around the globe, the revitalisation of St Peter’s Seminary will (pardon the pun) be a godsend. Visitors will be able to access the building and estate safely, instead of clambering over collapsed bridges and rotting woodwork.

Yet for Cardross kids — folk like me who grew up in the grounds — the site’s mysteries and hidden spaces have somehow lost their riveting shadows. It will take a while to get used to this new light.

It’s yet another transformation in the complex history of one of Scotland’s most haunting structures.

Have you visited St Peter’s Seminary?


4 responses to “Growing up by St Peter’s Seminary, Cardross”

  1. Hi Laura,

    Can you contact me so I can pass on Ed Wardle’s contact details. He’s the adventurer and filmmaker up in Drumhead. He’s the one who filmed the Shackleton reenactment and been up Everest three times, I told him about your new job and the blogging and he knows the company as well. He would make a great subject. Mike

    Sent from Mike Brown

  2. The large tree up in the pond at St Peters came down in some of the worst storms seen in the local area in 1968 the year before i was born

  3. Loved reading this Laura. I found it when I was looking for some images of the old garden. I also grew up a short walk from here – ice hockey match on the ice one year and skating in the moonlight. Like you, I feel so sad at the changes. I saw it go from manicured lawns with strolling priests, to overgown and wild, to stripped back. I am a lot older than you (52), but it was my childhood too. My mum has a couple of paintings from here and I have one etching. We even managed a few games of tennis and listened to the young priests playing football and shouting encouragement from the balaconies

    • Hello! Oh, thank you so much for commenting & I’m so glad you enjoyed the blog! Lovely to hear your stories about your experiences at the seminary; it really is a remarkable place. I wish I’d seen it as you did with the gardens in their heyday, what a cracking place it must have been! Do you have any photographs of that time? I researched a bit in Glasgow Uni library a few years back but there was just one book about the building which went into little details about the gardens, which was a shame. My dad even remembers the Victorian house which he says was far nicer than the seminary (I think they were both different and probably beautiful in their own way!)

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