Today was definitely the slowest day of the trip. We had a long haul of driving today so it was pretty much looking at the beautiful countryside with just a couple of stops to break up the drive.
Our first stop was a visit to Loch Ness, reputedly the home of a certain monster. While searching for Nessie, Marge threw in a bonus as we would also be visiting Urquhart Castle.
Urquhart Castle has held an important place in Scottish history dating back to the 500s when St Columba visited the region to convert the Picts to Christianity with his most notable conversion being the Pict leader. According to legend, the Loch Ness Monster attacked one of his guides as he was swimming to fetch a boat. Before reaching the guard, St Columba made the Sign of the Cross and the monster vanished.
We watched a brief, but informative film about the history of Urquhart Castle and as it ended, the screen pulled up and the curtains opened to reveal this.
It was even more amazing seeing it in person.
From there we toured the grounds of the castle. I even went hunting for Nessie and succeeded. Below, I bring you proof of the Loch Ness Monster.
From Urquhart Castle and Loch Ness, it was off to the bus for another jaunt that took us to Culloden.
The Battle of Culloden was the climax and pretty much the end of the Jacobite Rebellion spearheaded by Charles Edward Stuart AKA Bonny Prince Charlie AKA The Idiot (according to Marge). Charles had plotted to get his exiled father back on the throne of England as he believed the Stuarts were divinely appointed to rule. Despite never having visited Scotland, he claimed it as home and used his charm and energy to convince Scottish Highlanders to join his cause to retake the English throne.
Charles was also unpredictable and impetuous leading him to ignore his advisors. Despite several victories, he decided to make an ill fated nighttime sneak attack on the British government forces led by King George’s son (and distant relative of Charles), William Augustus, Duke of Cumberland.
After his forces had suffered defeats at the hands of the Jacobites, Augustus managed to boost his soldiers’ morale with an extra ration of cheese to celebrate his birthday as well as rigorous training to counter the deadly Highlander charge which had decimated the British government soliders and their gentlemanly style of warfare.
Meeting at Culloden on April 16, 1746, Augustus’ forces slaughtered the weary Highlanders who had marched all night and were stumbling in the dark. The rout took a mere 40 minutes. Charles fled to France while Augustus ordered no mercy on the Highlanders and Jacobites, killing them instead of capturing them as well as killing many innocent civilians who also wore plaids and tartans.
Neither nobleman ended up well. Augustus was labeled as a butcher and fell into ignominy and was joined there by Charles who was briefly labeled a hero in France for his “daring” escape, but was abandoned by his family and attempted a few more conspiracies which blew up in his face.
After that it was a long afternoon of driving, though we did make a brief stop in Tomintoul to stretch our legs before arriving at Aberdeen for the night.
Our home for the night was the Aberdeen Altens Hotel. I managed to nab a king-sized bed room so I knew I’d be sleeping like a baby tonight.
I puttered around for an hour or so and learned about my airport transfer for the final day before heading into the restaurant for dinner.
I joined Kenneth, Steven, and Joel again and enjoyed a meal of Country Terrine with red onion chutney and oatcakes, fillet of haddock in citrus cream sauce and vegetable, and hot rice pudding for dessert.
With a filling meal and satisfying conversation complete, it was time for some writing, a hot bath, and a good snooze for a full day of activities.