Hospital Corner

I have a dim memory of coming to Killearn Hospital with my dad when I was a wee girl.
My dad was a minister and I was always being taken to hospitals on visits. I'm sure it provided a good excuse for him not talk to the patient in question about their illness.
Killearn Hospital - around 15 miles out of Glasgow - was built in the early years of the Second World War to cope with casualties of the Blitz. After the war it became a centre of excellence for orthopaedics and neurosurgery.
That great pioneer of modern psychiatry, RD Laing, worked there as a very junior doctor.
My art heroine Joan Eardley died there in 1963.
Today it is a collection of dilapidated huts, albeit in a beautiful rural location. I drive past it often and it feels to me like the ghosts of all the people who spent time there hover around in the ether.
Today, I stopped the car and got out for a closer look.