The hot breeze rustled through the heather, the birds chirped under a bright blue sky. There could have been nothing profound about this typical Scottish scene except that
this is Culloden Moor. There is a silence in the atmosphere that you can feel, this despite the number of people. It’s a far cry from how this very parcel of land was on an April afternoon 273 years ago when the last battle held on English soil commenced. The death toll for the Jacobites was tremendous, over 1500 died in less than an hour. The effect of this battle still lingers on in the Highlands of Scotland.
If one walked the moor and was under the influence of the “Outlander effect” ** it would have been easy to place yourself there in a romantic view of the battle. The stone cabin at the edge of the Moor. The stones of remembrance for the clans.
But this was war and this is both a battlefield and a graveyard
The facts are well presented in the Interpretive Center. They manged to capture both the Jacobite and British stories. How family members could be found on both sides. How bad decisions on both sides had far reaching consequences.
There is more to this story but a) the internet is not working well, b) the words won’t flow, c) my device and I aren’t liking each other and d) like usual it is late. So perhaps some other time I will come fill in the blanks about badly prepared armies with starving men and the pillage and rape as the aftermath. Of how two men controlled the fates of so many.
** tourists who follow around Jamie and Claire from the popular book series called Outlander. There are tours that just cover the sites they used in filming which are all widely out of whack with relatively. Heck the visitors center even had the books, mugs and assorted other items.