Scotland’s cattle drovers were a hardy bunch of men. David Fleetwood discovers what life was like for them
The long sloping shoulder of moorland looks forbidding through the steamed-up glass of a small droving inn outside Creiff. The fire and the slowly settling pint are much more attractive than a long trudge through the clinging heather and soggy moorland bog. A Highland cattle drover in the 18th centu...
By David Fleetwood
from Issue 38 published on 11/04/2008
David Fleetwood looks at the role of a ghillie on a traditional Highland estate.
The day starts early for a Highland ghillie. To get everything done, it is vital to take advantage of every single shred of daylight, including dawn. As the dawn chorus begins, the ghillie is pushing through clinging heather and hopping over wet peaty holes following his beat, and managing the estat...
By David Fleetwood
from Issue 37 published on 20/03/2008