After a hearty breakfast and reluctantly saying farewell to our lovely guesthouse we made for Culloden. The battlefield where the Jacobite uprising of 1746 met its fateful end.

It’s a familiar tale to me but never fails to stir something in my national pride. I consider myself lucky to be Scottish, but I’ve done little to earn that privilege. Unlike the Jacobites who fought and died at Culloden, as well as before and after.

The centre itself is impressive. A mix of multimedia, interactive and practical exhibits and demonstrations retelling the Jacobite rebellion and Bonnie Prince Charlie’s bid to retake the throne in the name of the Stewarts.

The disastrous battle of Culloden saw the Scott’s unleash their famous Highland Charge only for it to fail tragically due to the marsh separating them from their foe and being vastly outnumbered by their foe. The English decimated their foe and went on to exact terrible retribution upon the peoples of Scotland in a bid to deter others from taking up arms against the English King.

A highlight was the guided tour of the battlefield where so many brave Scotsmen so bravely fell

It wasn’t all doom and gloom though, as I kindly offered, with Katrine assisting, to demonstrate the traditional kilt dressing and usage of the time. Fun.

After our time at Culloden we journeyed on to the Strathspey scenic railway where we enjoyed a first class afternoon tea with bubbles to lift our spirits. Yet another lovely train trip that didn’t disappoint.