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Saturday 16 July 2022

The Battle of Culloden and Cawdor Castle: Scotland '22 Part 3

The Last Pitched Battle on British Soil and a Castle Built Long After Macbeth was (or wasn't) Thane of Cawdor

Setting the Scene


Scotland
Moray
From Glasgow, we headed north-east to spend a week in a borrowed cottage (thank you Jenny and Bob) in the delightful fishing village of Findochty, pronounced (for no obvious reason) ‘Finechty’ beside the Moray Firth. During our week we travelled west as far as Culloden, east as far as Scotland goes, south to Huntly and Fyvie and north to the harbour wall. This post is about the eastern journey to Culloden and Cawdor.

Scotland

I have over-complicated the map above by adding, as accurately as I could, the locations of several places much smaller than those marked by the publishers. Findochty has a population around 1,000, Buckie is the local metropolis (it has a Tescos and everything!), Elgin is the main population centre of Moray district and Forres is where we stayed last year (Scotland ’21) with Norma and Wilson.

The Culloden Battlefield


Highland
Culloden Moor is some 55 miles east of Findochty, a journey of about 80 minutes mostly along the A96. Just before the town of Nairn we entered the Highland Region and left the main road as the battlefield is a little further south (allowing us to avoid Nairn's notorious traffic bottleneck.)

The battlefield car park is huge (I wonder what the combatants would have made of the concept of a ‘battlefield car park’?) and stuffed with cars and tour buses.

The queue for the visitor centre was lengthy but the English and Scottish National Trusts allow free entry to each other’s members, so at least we did not have to pay. Inside we had a coffee and then walked slowly through the exhibition, arriving outside at the right time for the guided tour.

This was what we had come to see.

The Government front line, Culloden

It does not look much, but this was the site of the last ever pitched battle on the island of Great Britain. Last ever? ‘Ever’ is a long time and who knows what the future holds; ‘for the foreseeable future’ is less of a hostage to fortune.

Duke of Cumberland
by Joshua Reynolds
Charles Edward Stuart
Scot Nat Portrait Gallery

The tour party, stragglers apart, is out of shot to the right. We were walking along the Government forces front line (now marked by red flags) as it was in the morning of the battle.

How did it come about that on the 16th of April 1746, a morning of snow and hail, 7,000 Government troops under the command of the Duke of Cumberland, the youngest son of George II (King of Great Britain and Ireland) faced 5,000 men under the command of Charles Edward Stuart (AKA Bonny Prince Charlie) the grandson of James II and VII (late King of England, Scotland and Ireland)? (No two sources concur on the numbers on each side, but all agree the Jacobites were out-numbered)

Three Paragraphs of Condensed but Unavoidable History

In 1688 James II (of England) and VII (of Scotland) was removed from his thrones by the ‘Glorious Revolution’. His could have survived being openly Catholic and might even have got away with being too interested in ruling (the job of Parliament since the Civil War) but in 1688, his second wife gave birth to a son and heir, thus creating the danger of a Catholic dynasty. this was the last straw and he was ousted in favour of Mary, his 26-year-old daughter from his first marriage and a devout protestant.

James and his supporters (Jacobites) slunk off to Paris for a good long sulk. Both Queen Mary and her sister and successor Queen Anne left no heirs, so the throne passed to their nearest protestant relative and George of Hanover duly became King George I.

After the deposed James II died in 1701 his son plotted to make himself James III. He had an abortive go in 1717, and in 1745 with George II now King, he tried again. Feeling his age, he sent his charismatic son Charles Edward Stuart (Bonnie Prince Charlie) to do the rebelling for him.

The 1745 Jacobite Uprising

Arriving from France to claim the throne for his father, the son of James II and wannabe James III, Charles Edward Stuart raised his standard in the Scottish Highlands in August 1745. He gathered an army, marched south and by October was in Edinburgh and had control of much of Scotland – though Edinburgh and Stirling castles remained in Government hands.

Had he settled for Scotland, he might have succeeded, but Charles believed himself son of the rightful heir to the throne of the whole island of Great Britain, not just the northern third. The dynamic and charismatic 25-year-old persuaded his allies that English Jacobites would flock to his banner while the French would stage a helpful invasion in southern England.

The 1745 Jacobite Uprising. Advance Edinburgh to Derby 280 miles (450 Km) in black
Retreat Derby to Stirling 300 miles (480km), Stirling to Culloden 145 miles (239 km) in green

Although the scion of a long-established Scottish dynasty, Charles had been born and brought up in Italy and had never before visited the island he sought to rule; maybe he was out of touch. He marched south. Unencumbered by heavy weapons the Jacobites moved fast and met little resistance. Crowds came out to see them, but recruits were few and far between. On the 4th of December they reached Derby, 280 miles from Edinburgh and only 130 from London, where they expected to be joined by a force raised by Sir William Watkin Wynn. This force failed to materialise and there was no sign of a supporting French invasion. General Wade was moving south towards them, the Duke of Cumberland coming north, both were moving slowly because they were encumbered with heavy weapons.

To avoid being crushed between these two millstones, Charles Stuart turned back. After an orderly retreat he laid siege to Stirling Castle in January and beat off a relieving force. Although victorious he was weakened, gave up the siege and retreated further north to Inverness.

He was followed by the Duke of Cumberland and his army. Cumberland reached Aberdeen in late February and waited for better weather.

The Battle of Culloden


Culloden Moor

On the 15th of April, the government forces were billeted near Nairn. They were comfortable, rested and celebrating their commander’s birthday. Regular troops, they had spent the winter training for this day. Many had experienced battles in Europe, where Britain, the Dutch Republic and Hanover were fighting France, Prussia and Bavaria in the War of the Austrian succession (1740-8).

Another section of the Culloden Battlefield. Most of it probably looked like this in 1746

The Jacobites had spent much of the winter retreating north. Their army contained some regulars, mainly French and Irish units, but many irregulars largely from Aberdeenshire and Perth following their clan leaders as they had done for centuries. Running out of money and supplies, they knew they would be out-numbered and out-gunned.

The Culloden Monument, erected in 1881 by Duncan Forbes in memory of the fallen Jacobites

In desperation the Jacobites decided on a surprise night attack, a tactic that had won them the Battle of Prestonpans in September. They did not set out on the long march to Nairn until after dark for fear that government spies would spot their actions. For further security their leaders eschewed all existing paths. Culloden to Nairn is hardly Scotland’s wildest countryside, but it is not a walk in the park. Many became lost, there was confusion over orders and in the end, there was no attack. Not all the ‘night raiders’ made it back in time for the battle.

One of a number of stones erected by Duncan Forbes marking where the members of various clans, and 'the English' were buried.
There is no evidence that the chosen sites mark any graves at all

Battle lines were drawn up on the early morning of the 16th, but the kick-off was delayed until 1 pm by bad weather. It was soon over. The Jacobite left became stuck in boggy ground, the right advanced more quickly, but lost many men to the government artillery. In the centre, the previously irresistible ‘Highland Charge’ was met for the first time by professional soldiers with muskets and bayonets

There was a field hospital on this site at the edge of the battlefield, but this building is 19th century

The Consequences

As defeat became rout Charles Edward Stuart was ushered away by his senior officers. His escape from the battlefield and later from Scotland became the stuff of legend. He returned to Italy but when his father died in 1766, he was not recognised as King of England, Scotland and Ireland by the Pope, as his father had been. He descended into alcoholism and died in 1788.

Franz of Bavaria
by Deiter Stein1

The Duke of Cumberland became known as Butcher Cumberland after ordering his troops not take prisoners. His military career soon ran into difficulties, he was forcibly retired and died in 1765 aged 44.

The Jacobite cause was finished for good. The current Jacobite pretender to the British throne is 89-year-old Franz, Duke of Bavaria (a courtesy title, only). He is also pretender to the Kingdom of Bavaria but has lived a long and active life and never felt the need to press either claim. 

There was brutal repression in the highlands, and the clan system was broken for good.

Controversy

Historians still discuss the conduct of the battle and its meaning. The view of the National Trust for Scotland, and this was emphasised by their battlefield guide and the story-teller we met last year at nearby Fort George is that it is a mistake to regard the battle as Scots v English. The Duke of Cumberland had two regular highland regiments in his army, and by some counts more Scots fought for the government forces than for the Jacobites.

It is more helpful to see the battle as Old v New. The Jacobites represent autocratic rule by a monarch who believed in his divine right to rule, the government forces represent rule by an elected parliament with a largely figurehead monarch. The franchise for parliamentary elections was too restricted in 1746 for it to be described as ‘democracy’, but it was a first step in that direction.

Lunch at the Cawdor Tavern

Just east of Culloden we stopped for lunch at the Cawdor Tavern. For all its charms, Scotland generally lacks the pretty village pubs that can still be found fairly easily in England, (despite the pandemic and our changing drinking habits driving so many out of business). There are some, though, and the Cawdor Tavern, with its flowery garden and large rhomboid bays, would be an asset to any village anywhere. I have no picture, and no excuse for it.

We popped in for lunch. Lynne went basic, choosing chips topped with melted smoked cheddar and haggis from the ‘light bites’. Being more refined I enjoyed a nicely presented and well-made chicken liver paté with apple jelly - a starter from the interesting main menu.

Cawdor Castle

As the names suggest it is a short trip from Cawdor Tavern to Cawdor Castle.

Cawdor Castle

Let’s get Shakespeare out of the way first. The allied forces of Norway and Ireland, for some reason led by the Thane of Cawdor, attempted to depose Duncan I. They were defeated in battle by Duncan’s army led by Banquo and Macbeth who killed the Thane of Cawdor. Returning to Duncan’s Castle (possibly in Forres) they crossed a ‘blasted heath’ (possibly Dava Moor) and met three witches. The witches told Macbeth he will become Thane of Glamis, Thane of Cawdor and King hereafter. The witches vanished and then Macbeth ran into his mate Ross who told him that Duncan had already made him Thane of Cawdor. Part of the prophecy had come true, so Macbeth hurried off to kill Duncan and claim the big prize.

Shakespeare never let the truth spoil a good story. The real Macbeth was a somewhat uppity Lord of Moray. In 1040 Duncan I, King of Scotland (which then stretched south from the Moray Firth to the Tay or sometimes as far as the Firth of Forth) set out to teach him a lesson. He was killed in the ensuing fracas and Macbeth became king. His reign, 1040-57, was largely peaceful but he was never Thane of Cawdor.

The central tower, dates from the 1370s. It resembles Irish tower houses like Athenry or Aughnanure or the Peel Towers of northern England, though larger and more elaborate. It was built around a holly tree which still stands in a sort of basement to the tower, just across from the drawbridge. I have no photograph of this either, but if you can imagine a knobbly stick some 2m long you don’t need one.

Cawdor drawbridge

The Interior

The current owner is the 26th Thane of Cawdor, who is also the '7th Earl of Cawdor, of Clan Campbell of Cawdor’. For much of the year he lets any clown with a credit cart wander round his house – we help pay for the extraordinarily expensive upkeep.

Inside the décor is rather later than 14th century. Some of the rooms feel a little cluttered, but the Earl has a sizeable collection to show off.

Inside Cawdor Castle

The prescribed route took us upstairs to the Tapestry bedroom. In the late 17th century an owner blessed with money and taste was able to order Flemish tapestries made especially for this room…

The Tapestry bedroom, Cawdor Castle

And then to a second bedroom…

Second bedroom, Cawdor Castle

…before descending to a drawing room. Much later in design it almost looks cosy, a clever trick as large rooms with high ceiling were very difficult to heat.

Drawing room, Cawdor Castle

We passed through a small dining room with another ornate tapestry…

Small dining room, Cawdor Castle

…before descending to the kitchen.

Kitchen, Cawdor Castle

We shared our walk round with a large number of Americans from a cruise ship parked at Invergordon (what you mean, you don’t park a ship?) There have been occasions (Tallinn, Dubrovnik) where large numbers of cruisers have been a nuisance. Fortunately, the number brought to Cawdor made it feel like the house had a good crowd in without being overwhelmed.

The Gardens

Cawdor Castle also has several gardens which are worth a wander round.

Box hedges, Cawdor Castle Gardens

They are all formal gardens,…

Is that a cardoon behind the ad hoc sprinkler? Cawdor Castle Gardens

… but the styles vary.

Flowers in ranks like soldiers, Cawdor Castle Gardens

The castle management know (or think they know) what American tourists want, so inevitably we eventually came across a piper.

There's always a piper, Cawdor Castle

I don’t know what the plants think about this, but we thought it was time to go.

Back in Findochty

Just over an hour later we were back at our borrowed cottage in delightful Findochty (pronounced Finechty).

We sat out the back for a G& T and then dined on half of the enormous fillet of halibut we bought yesterday at Eat Mair Fish in Buckie. Gentle cooking is appropriate for such a fine, fresh fish; we treated it with respect and happily reaped our reward.

Later, wee dram in hand (Tamnavulin, for those interested in these things), we returned briefly to our G & T bench as the light began to fade and night became chilly. Sunset had been at 10 but by 10.30 there was still light enough for a photograph.

Findochty Harbour after sunset

If you watch the harbour entrance for a while you will, if you are lucky see a fishing boat or pleasure craft coming or going. If you don’t watch it, concentrate on something else and then look up casually, you stand a chance of seeing a pod of dolphins making their way up or down the Moray Firth. There’s plenty out there, but to see them you must, apparently, catch them off-guard.

1 From Wikipedia, reproduced under CC Share-Alike 3.0

Saturday 10 July 2021

Fort George and Brodie Castle: Scotland '21 Part 5

An 18th Century Fort that Remains a Fort and a 16th Century Castle that Became a Country House

09-Jul-2021

Forming a Plan

Scotland
Moray

Last night, over an excellent dinner with free-flowing wine, we discussed our plan for today with our hosts, Norma and Wilson. We thought we might re-visit the Culloden Battlefield (we had not been there this century), just this side of Inverness and perhaps drop in on Brodie Castle (National Trust for Scotland) on the way back. Wilson asked if we had ever been to Fort George. We have been to Fort William (again, not this century) and were vaguely aware of Fort Augustus, but I had never heard of Fort George, so that settled it.

Fort George is on the Moray Firth on the western edge of the map, Brodie Castle is near Forres

10-Jul-2021

Into the Highlands

Highland

Half way between Forres and Nairn we reached the Highlands. As we were still on the coastal plain and Fort George is beside the sea, this was high land in name only. Highland is an enormous district, ten times bigger than Moray and the largest and most sparsely populated local government area in the United Kingdom. Everywhere north and west of Nairn is Highland, and there is a fair chunk south and west, too.

Highways originally connected towns, even after tarmac and motor vehicles arrived people drove from town to town, and if your destination was beyond the nearest town you had to drive through it, and the next and as many as required to complete your journey. As cars became commonplace towns became congested. From the late 1950s new highways were designed to pass near towns, not through them, leaving town centres to local traffic. But the A96 is an old-fashioned sort of road, ploughing straight through the centre of Nairn (and Elgin, though it skips round Forres). Nairn is not large, but you must set aside 15 minutes or more to make the short drive from one end to another.

Fort George

Fort George sits at the tip of a small peninsula on the sort of linksland where the more peaceably inclined might build a golf course. There is not much to see as you walk up from the car park, a low wall, a turret or two and just a hint there may be something hidden in the folds of the landscape.

Approaching Fort George

Walking a little further reveals a sizeable dry moat lurking within that fold.

Outer Moat, Fort George

The ‘Welcome’ sign by the bridge, clashes a little with the original intention of the entrance.

Bridge over the moat, Fort George

Beyond is another dry moat and a drawbridge, confirming that the ‘welcome’ is (or rather was) conditional.

Second moat and drawbridge, Fort George

For purposes of orientation, an aerial photo is helpful, so I have borrowed one from Wikipedia. The photograph is by Stephen Branley and is reproduced under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 license. It is a typical 18th century fort with many bastions – angular structures projecting from the curtain wall to give multiple lines of fire – fitted to the geography of the tip of Ardesier peninsula’.

Fort George

The reason this example of 18th century state-of-the-art military architecture sits on a windswept little peninsula in the Moray Firth go back some way, so I will now explain 150 years of Anglo-Scottish history in a few short paragraphs. My apologies for omitting some of the nuance.

Tudors, Stuarts, Hanoverians

James the VI and I

When Elizabeth I died childless in 1603 the English monarchy had run out of heirs. Henry VIII’s sister had married James IV of Scotland and her great-grandson was now King James VI and as the closest available relative he was invited to become King James I of England (and, co-incidentally, Ireland) as well. For the first time England and Scotland shared a monarch, though remaining separate countries with their own parliaments and legal systems.

Queen Anne

James Charles Stuart, to give him his full name, was the first of six Stuart monarchs. Some did well enough, others encountered difficulties. The attachment of Charles I (Stuart No. 2) to absolute monarchy led to civil war, his execution and an 11-year interregnum. No.4, James VII and II insisted on becoming a catholic so was ousted in favour of his protestant daughter Mary and her husband William of Orange. They were succeeded by Mary’s sister Anne in 1702. In 1706 the parliaments of England and Scotland voted to merge creating a new country to be called Great Britain.

Despite Queen Anne enduring 17 or more pregnancies, she died in 1714 without an heir. Her closest living protestant relative, George of Hanover was invited to become George I of Great Britain.

The ’17

George I
National Portrait Gallery

James II’s eldest surviving son, also called James, was born six months before his father was deposed. He spent his early life in France and was brought up a Catholic. After his father’s death in 1701, he believed himself the rightful king but there was little opposition to his half-sister Anne or support for a catholic monarch.

George I, German and more closely related to his own wife than to Queen Anne, was not an easy sell to those harbouring Catholic sympathies. In October 1717, pre-emptive arrests of James’ supporters (Jacobites) prevented a rising in southern England while an insurrection in northern England ended at the Battle of Preston a month later. The Earl of Marr had more success in Scotland.

James Stuart
National Portrait Gallery

Despite Scotland declaring itself Protestant in 1560, there were still many Catholics, particularly in the Highlands and Islands, far from the centre of government. James arrived in northern Scotland in December, and joined the Earl of Marr and a Jacobite army of 5,000 in Perth. Discovering that supporters of King George under the Duke of Argyll were marching north with a much larger and better equipped force, he left Perth for Montrose and sailed back to France.

The ’17, as it became known was easily suppressed, but action was taken to ensure it never happened again. Three forts were built along the line of the Great Glen, the geological fault separating the highlands from the rest of Scotland.

Fort William, at the foot of Ben Nevis has become the second biggest town in the Highlands, but there is little left of the fort. Remnants of Fort Augustus exist in a village of that name at the south west tip of Loch Ness and Fort George was built in Inverness. It was not this Fort George, building here started in 1748 after a second insurrection which we will come to shortly.

The Great Glen (in yellow) and the position of Fort William and Augustus and the two Forts George

Inside Fort George

The ditches and walls on the landward side of the fort are serious defensive obstacles, but once past the crunchy exterior the soft centre came as a surprise. We are familiar with the interiors of medieval castles, but 18th century forts are rare in this country.

It looked strangely like a housing estate – and the houses, or rather, barracks are still in use. Since 2007 Fort George has been the home of the Black Watch, dubbed the ‘Ladies from Hell’ in the First World War, though these days kilts are ceremonial wear only. There were few squaddies around, though a small detachment invaded the café on a mission to secure tea and sandwiches.

Inside Fort George

From the outside there is little special about the Lieutenant Governors’ House, but the sizeable interior is now home to the regimental museum of the Queen's Own Highlanders and Lovat Scouts. We wandered round the exhibits which include uniforms, weapons, medals, First World War memorial plaques known as "death pennies", photographs, paintings, memorabilia and regimental regalia. (That is Wikipedia’s list.) It is worth half an hour of anybody’s time, but either they did not permit photographs, or I forgot to take any.

From the museum we climbed onto the ramparts and walked to the seaward end of the fort. The visitors guide vastly improved my previously sketchy knowledge of military architecture. The ramparts are substantial earthworks with a line of casemates at the base. A casemate is a small room in the wall of a fortress, with openings from which guns or missiles can be fired. (OED) Several of these seemed to be just storerooms. At the points of the bastions are bartizans, battlemented parapets or overhanging corner turrets. (OED, again). From these defenders had wide angle of fire. This new knowledge should be illustrated with photographs, but I had a bad day, sorry. Wikipedia has pictures (link above).

Wildlife – Absent and Present

The end of the fort is the tip of the Ardesier Peninsula. With better alignment the peninsula and Chanonry Point on the far side could close off the Moray Firth, but Chanonry does its pointing in the wrong direction so the channel just narrows to around 1,500m, a taxing swim for a human (cold water, unknown currents) but a playground for dolphins. Several different people had told us this, but the expanse of grey water between the fort and the Black Isle (fake news, it is not an island at all!) was unruffled by wind, boats or dolphins. After staring across at Rosemarkie for some time, we decided no one was coming out to play today.

A good view of Rosemarkie unobscured by dolphins

The shore was not crowded with waders, either, but turning inland we found the chapel roof was popular with sea gulls while a couple of posing oystercatchers offered a photo opportunity.

Oystercatcher, Fort George

The Chapel

The (now) interdenominational chapel was added in the 1760s. Although described by Scottish Churches.org as a basic, squat box I think it is a handsome little building and fitting for the surprisingly handsome fort.

Chapel, Fort George

The interior raises the perennial problem of military churches. If every army has God on its side (and most claim they do) does God a) make difficult choices b) play no part in human conflicts or c) not exist anyway. Blessed are the peacemakers as a beardy man in sandals once said.

Chapel interior, Fort George

The Barracks

Historic Scotland have furnished several barrack rooms as they might have been in the 18/19th centuries.

Fort George barracks as they might have been

Some NCOs were accompanied by wives and children. Privacy may have been in short supply, but dry and relatively clean accommodation was luxury for an ordinary 18th century family, though there was always the danger of being sent off to war.

The ‘45

There was a story teller outside the barracks and when we joined him he was deep in the story of the ’45.

The 1717 Jacobite rebellion had failed but they had another go in 1745. It seemed a good moment, the War of the Austrian succession was keeping the British army occupied on the continent, George II, who had succeeded his father, left government to parliament, which did not please all, and Scotland was feeling neglected.

Charles Edward Stuart
Scot Nat Portrait Gallery

The would-be James III was now 57 so he sent his son, Charles Edward Stuart, known as ‘Bonnie Prince Charlie’, to do the rebelling. Charles raised his standard at Glenfinnan in the Highlands in August 1745, gathered an army and marched south. By October he was in Edinburgh and had control of most of Scotland, though he had not taken neither Edinburgh nor Stirling castles.

Had he settled for Scotland, he might have succeeded, but Charles was convinced he was the rightful king (once his father died) of all of Great Britain. He persuaded his allies that English Jacobites would flock to his banner and the French would stage a helpful invasion in southern England.

They marched south and reached Derby, 280 miles from Edinburgh and only 130 from London, on the 4th of December. Few English Jacobites had joined them, there was no sign of the French and the further south they went the more his Scottish allies worried about being cut off.

To keep his army together he turned back. After an orderly retreat he laid siege to Stirling Castle in January and beat off a relieving force. Although victorious he was weakened, gave up the siege and retreated further north to Inverness.

The showdown at Culloden on the 16th of April was a crushing defeat that finished the Jacobites as a political force. The lead up to Culloden had destroyed Bonnie Prince Charlie’s reputation as a leader, but his subsequent escape established him as a folk hero of sorts.

I had always thought of Culloden as English against Scots, but the story teller disagreed.  Scots fought on both sides and he saw it as a victory for New Scotland over Old Scotland.

The New Fort George

The old Fort George built in Inverness after the ’17 was taken by the Jacobites in 1745 and later blown up to deny its use to government forces. The forts and other measures taken to ensure there would never be another rising played their part in provoking that rising. To prove they had learned nothing, a new Fort George was built to really, really ensure there would never, ever be another rising. The sophisticated defences of the new Fort George have remained untested, Culloden had destroyed the threat.

Brodie

Back to Moray

By the time we left Fort George it was too late to visit both Culloden and Brodie Castle; we chose the castle because we had never been there before. Returning to the A96, we turned east and fought our way back through Nairn to the village of Brodie, 6 Km from Forres.

Norma and Wilson had suggested Brodie Country Fare as a possible lunch stop. It was a far bigger enterprise than we had expected and finding a parking place required some touring. By having many sections divided by woodland, they cunningly disguised a large car park as a small one.

The size of the shop could not be disguised and we followed the crowd through the rambling emporium towards the restaurant. That was big, too, and busy. It was, we realised, Saturday, and unwillingness to venture out during Covid had, apparently, been suspended for the day. We joined the end of a long queue. It moved swiftly but as we reached the front, we found they were handing our buzzers and promising to buzz in ‘45 minutes, maybe an hour, and do go and look round the shop’ - fine, if handicrafts, country clothing and decorative knick-knacks are your thing. We were already later than intended so decided to cut our loses and settle for a National Trust Sandwich and a cup of tea at Brodie Castle.

Brodie Castle

The earliest part of the castle, a couple of minutes’ drive off the main road, dates from 1567, but the site has been the seat of Clan Brodie since the 12th century.

National Trust Scotland accepts English National Trust cards (and vice versa) and the café provided the required snack. The grounds are famous for their daffodils, they have over 100 – or 400 – varieties (NTS claims both figures on their web site), but that is of little interest in August. They also claim their Playful Garden has an amazing menagerie of characters inspired by the castle’s quirky and colourful history, including Scotland’s biggest bunny sculpture – perhaps not age appropriate as we had not brought any grandchildren with us.

Clutching our timed ticket for the castle tour we marched up the drive. The tower on the left is a survivor from the original building, burnt down in 1645 by Lewis Gordon of Clan Gordon, an unfriendly act that also destroyed the Clan Brodie archives. Around it cluster several 18th century rooms, but most of the existing building is 19th century.

Brodie Castle, Moray

The guided tour showed only a small part of the interior – this may have been a Covid related curtailment of what Wilson remembered as a more comprehensive tour. The castle’s treasures include furniture, ceramics, paintings and a 6,000-volume library, but photographs were not permitted and without them I can recall little of what we saw. That makes it a disappointment for me and a pathetic piece of blogging. Sorry.

Dinner and Thanks

Back in Forres, Norma had been working hard in the kitchen. Dinner tonight was Mexican themed and again excellent. The wine flowed freely, but we left enough capacity to enjoy a small glass or two of the local product. With over fifty malt whisky distilleries, Moray is a paradise for the discerning tippler and we enjoyed Aberlour, and Benromach - as local as they come. 

We met Norma and Wilson in North Korea in 2013 and have kept in touch ever since, but this is the first time we have met on home soil. They looked after us royally and their advice about what to see was invaluable. We owe them a big ‘thank you’ and I hope we will be able to return the compliment in the near future.

11-Jul-2021


Lynne with Norma and Wilson, Forres

We took our leave in the morning and headed south for the last chapter of our Scottish sojourn in Lanark (coming soon).