In search of a Victorian-era suffrage connection, I made a trip to Bridgeton. I sat on the rather beautiful carpet, studying suffrage organisations in Scotland. (We musicologists know how to have a good time!) But was there any mention of the women I was looking for?
No.

However, I found an interesting fact about someone else. ( I subsequently spent several hours at home trying to fit this into what I already knew. And I couldn’t.)
However, it wasn’t a wasted trip. I saw several useful books I hadn’t previously known of. I’ve asked questions.
Barking up the Wrong Tree?
Indeed, armed with a couple more dates, I can see that there must have been many situations when women sympathised with the cause, but were not in a position to take an active part: caring obligations, age, disability or living too far from big cities like Glasgow or Edinburgh in terms of early organised activities. I could be looking, at least in one case, for involvement which would not have been feasible. (I shall not leave any stone unturned in terms of other lines of enquiry, all the same!)
Moreover, before heading home again, I crossed London Road for coffee and a flapjack. At least I had the satisfaction of knowing I’d had elevenses a short distance along the road (formerly called London Street) from where ‘my’ ladies once lived.

I suppose you win some, you lose some. It was a lovely day for an outing, anyway!






