Scots Trip Pt Four

Alrighty, so we last left our intrepid adventurers on the banks of Loch Ness...

We'd already paid for a cruise on loch ness and so, after consuming a few £1 specials at the bar, we wandered down and jumped onboard. The cruise was run by a 'marine biologist' and had I been more sober (or more drunk) I may have questioned that a little more. And it was also an occasion that a physics guru would have been handy.

It's a very pretty lake, but the highlight was the equipment downstairs - two screens, one mapping the layout of the lake (so effectively showing it as if there was no water in it) and the other showing objects directly below the boat. He says that the first was a live feed but I sorely disputed that point, particularly after I saw them select their route, feed it into the program and then let the program run... but I was a little preoccupied with my Scrumpy Jack.

Anyway, it was a bit crap. He tried to show us photos of Nessie, sonar screens proving there were more than one - they think there are 18 of them in the lake and they're just as intelligent as us which is why they haven't been caught - and they bury their dead, which is why they never wash up on the shore. Hmmm. And I suppose the reason no photos ever work clearly is because they transmit undectable radiation that interferes with the focusing element in both film and digital cameras. Makes perfect sense now.

The remainder of the night consisted of getting very pissed, dancing around a bit, swimming in Loch Ness and stealing a witches hat to put ontop of the tour bus.

The trip home to Edinburgh was, not surprisingly, pretty quiet. We visited a pretty cool garden that was basically planted using a cannon - the guy who owned the land just shot a selection of seeds into the area and so there is a huge variety of plants all living together.

Back to Edinburgh, a bus back to Glasgow and Michelle (my cousin) was on a bus down to London by 10:30pm. A pretty full on six days really, and I've forgotten bits and pieces I'm sure.
Sorry about the lack of photos, it's a bit hard because my wireless is no longer working and I can't seem to fix it (D'oh).

Scottish Trip continued (or Part Three)

After washing our faces in the water of the wee people (that sounds really, really bad), we ended up at Fort Augustus, one of three major Forts the British built to keep law and order in the Highlands. It doesn't actually exist in any real sense now but there are a few pubs and a pretty good hostel (even if the staffing needs a bit of help).

Oh, and I almost forgot the distillery tour. Visited Glen Ord. It was very good.

The next day was spent doing Ness stuff, visiting Urquardt castle - well, not really visiting it because they charge exhorbinant amounts to look at the ruins and they've purposely planted trees along the roadside so in a few years time people won't even be able to see it from the road and will definatly have to pay for the privilege.. so of course we did the honorable thing and stole a tree. It's now living in the hostel's garden, rather than being used by a corporation to deprive people of their hard earned cash and much happier.

We drove down to Culloden battlefield - now this will take a little bit of historical background to appreciate so I'll try not to make it too painful...
There have been many periods in history where more than one person can lay claim to the royal throne. Bonnie Prince Charlie (who you may have heard of) and his father James were of the Stuart line and had a lot of support from the scottish highlands (I think partly because they were descended from Mary, Queen of Scots and her son James I/VI).
Their supporters, the Jacobites, consisted mainly of highland clans like the McDonalds, the Camerons and the Frasers.
Bonnie Prince Charlie (so called because he dressed like a fashionable frenchmen, ie. a girl) grew up in France and eventually decided to press his claim on the throne, with the help of a French army. He landed in Scotland and drummed up a lot of support while he waited for the French to arrive.
They got a bit sick of waiting and marched all the way from the central highlands to within striking distance of London - the English king was already in a boat on the Thames, ready to abandon his city if the army invaded. But because the French hadn't turned up (and Charlie didn't know the King was about to flee), the Scottish generals argued that they should fight the big battle on familiar ground so Charlie and his army marched all the way back up to Culloden.
They thought they'd made pretty good time so they thought they'd have time to recuperate, feed properly, rest and wait for the French.
The English army turned up two days later.
The French troops had tried multiple times to cross the Channel but the winds stopped them and eventually they'd given up.
It was a complete massacre - the English slaughtered Charlies army, who had been marching for months and were tired, hungry and unprepared.
But the worst was yet to come. At this period in history, it was normal for the women and children to watch and come onto the battlefield once the fight was over and tend to the wounded - but the English slaughtered those women and children watching. They killed anyone wounded and they chased anyone who ran for help.

As a result, many basic Scottish customs were banned : playing bagpipes, wearing kilts, speaking Gaelic. And much of the highlanders land was given to wealthy landowners who made more money from sheep and cattle than renting it back to the highlanders and so they were moved on - many ended up in Canada, Australia, New Zealand...

It's all pretty tragic. It was the last major land battle on British soil. And a pretty moving place to visit.

Then we wandered back to Fort Augustus and went on a cruise of Loch Ness... that's a differently paced story so I'll leave it for the next post....