Falkirk Steeple - History

History

The present steeple dates from 1814, and was designed by the architect David Hamilton in a classical style. It is 43 metres (141 ft) high, with cells on the upper floors and a clock in the third of the four stages of the building.

The steeple was damaged in 1927 when it was struck by lightning, causing the spire to be destroyed. So harsh was the lightning strike, parts of the roof were found scattered several metres away. One casualty from the incident was "Irn Bru", a Barr's delivery horse. The upper 9 metres (30 ft) of the steeple was rebuilt. A family living in property adjacent to the steeple had a miraculous escape. The masonry crashed through the roof of their house trapping them. Mrs Isabella Barr, age 21, her sons James age 2 and Andrew age 1, were buried in the rubble. Newspapers at the time described that the "clothes had been torn from their bodies". Mrs Barr also suffered a broken leg and deep lacerations. The verification of these injuries is given by Mrs Barr's youngest son, Stephen on 6th Sept 2012.

The steeple contains a prison cell which was still in use until 1984.

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