Boag Cottages

Cottages now known as Boag Cottages, are situated between Colenden and Colenhaugh.

The pond in front of Boag, was a “settling” pond before the water was channelled down to the lade, before entering the sluice under the Beetling Mill.  By “settling”, is meant letting all the muck coming down the lade from St Martins Burn drop out of the water.  There is a field drain which crosses the field straight from Boag, and enters the lade just yards up from the Beetling Mill’s garden boundary.                            S.B. Waulkmill

The Blue line shows the flow of water from Colen Burn/St Martins Burn down through Colenden, passing in front of St David’s Mission chapel, it then takes a right turn beside the school and feeds Bog (now Boag) Cottages pond. The water then flowed out of the pond, and down into the main lade.

Bog Lade Route

2nd ed o/s map 1961 reproduced from 1901 plus additional details

original map courtesy of AK Bell Library, Perth

Part of letter written in, remainder on the Memories Page (Visitor Information) & Peter Soutar’s page

 I hadn't realized just how much I had written. My memory of those days is quite good but ask me what I did yesterday and I haven't a clue.
 
The article from Steven Godfrey mentioning his grandfather Hugh Godfrey triggered a memory although I could be wrong, The man I am thinking of was middle aged and lived at Boag cottages. He had one leg amputated just above the knee and got around using one of those Y shaped wooden crutches which tuck under the arm. He often used to come down to the the bleach field (located behind the works) to watch us play football. He would start off just watching then decide to act as linesman then get so involved he'd take over as referee. He could belt up and down the pitch as fast as any of us. On occasion he just had to join in and have a kick at the ball, using his crutch he would snaffle the ball off someone and then placing his stump through the Y of the crutch and then balancing on the crutch he'd kick the ball and gallop off after it to have another go. He thoroughly enjoyed those games with us exhausting as they must have been. I hope I have got the right name for this gentleman if not then I'm sure some one can correct me.
 
One of these days/years, my number two son Robert is threatening to take me back along with his son to see where the old place once stood so you never know one day we might meet. Meanwhile kind regards
Peter Soutar.

Part of letter written in, remainder on the Memories Page (Visitor Information)

Hi , i am just dropping you a line to let you know about my dads family - the godfrey family who were born and brought up at the boag cottages stormontfield , my grandmother Ina Godfrey (nee wallace) my grandad hugh godfrey my eldest aunt doreen todd (nee godfrey)  my next aunt edith simpson (nee godfrey) and my dad norman "norrie"  godfrey and my uncle rhoderick  "roddy" godfrey who was the youngest were all brought up in stormontfield
                                                      
   Steven Godfrey

Part of letter written in, remainder on the Memories Page (Visitor Information)

Forgive me for taking the liberty of contacting you but I have just spent the last hour looking through Stormontfield Heritage and oh my goodness what memories it has. I spent the first 7 1/2 years of my life at the Boag Cottages.
                                             Mary McLeish

Dear Pauline, I've been trawling through the "storrie" web site again and came across the article about the settling pond in front of boag cottages. I remember once when it was decided to drain the pond and clear out all the rubbish that had been accumulated over the years. I can't recall the date but I must have been about six or seven (circa 1942) The inflow from the St. Martins burn was blocked off and the pond allowed to drain off into the lade. When the water had drained out revealing a small sea of mud plus a few cart loads of domestic "throw away's" e.g. Bits of broken prams, bikes, the odd car tire and crockery. Everyone available was drafted in to give a hand including kids who were big enough to help. The domestic rubbish was removed first, some of it had to be groped for in gloop ( kids loved this part getting all muddied up legitimately). A lot of the mud was then shoveled out onto the bank around the pond thus making it deeper. There was an added bonus to this. As with the mud  it seemed like hundreds of eels were being thrown up onto the banks.  Some were no doubt scooped up to be eaten, others slithered off to the nearby burn, it's not easy to catch and hold on to an eel. After the clearing was finished the pond was allowed to re-fill.

There was one other occasion when the lade itself was drained. I believe it was to allow maintenance or repair  to the huge turbines underneath the bleach works. All the side sluices all the way up the lade were opened thus allowing the water to drain off back into the Tay reducing the flow to a trickle by the time it reached the works. The engineers could then lower themselves down to the turbines and fix the problem.It took two or three days before it was up and running again and the lade filled up again.             Link to page  Peter Soutar