I stayed at a B&B in Glencoe with my son around year 2000. We had a few drinks together at the local pub before retiring one night. My son in his twenties went to bed, I went outside to smoke, with a can of soda pop. After a short time I heard what sounded like a cannon going off in the distance. I could tell it wasn’t a modern weapon by the sound. I heard it every few minutes. It was totally quiet otherwise, as it was late. I remember feeling puzzled by this. Then I would intermittently hear soldiers speed marching in the distance. Their sound came and went twice. I remember feeling that I might be having some kind of audible hallucination of some sort. So I thought I’d check with the land lady in the morning, half expecting her to tell me that people hear this kind of thing all the time. Eventually I went to bed. In the morning I mentioned to the landlady the cannon fire, she seemed perplexed and muttered the word poachers, nodding her head as if that was out of the question. I asked if there was an army base close by where soldiers would carry out marching drills after midnight. Again she seemed puzzled. And suggested I’d had too much whisky. I took it no further with her, and besides, I’d only had a few beers. After returning to London I’d read up about the massacre. I’d always thought that the massacre only involved swords and blades. As soon as I read of the fleeing highlanders being shot at with muskets, I realised that was the sound I was hearing. That was undoubtedly a paranormal experience. My one and only by the way. I’ve been to Glencoe many times. I’d certainly be a little apprehensive about camping up in the hills. And yet, I seriously love Glencoe.❤️
Im sure you experienced whats called a time slip, you wer'nt helucinating, lucky man u were sir, why do these things happen to certain folk, who knows, but no need to over analyze just treasure. Soz for the spelling
A Scot now living in Australia I visited Scotland in 1998. I made a B Line for Culloden Battle Field to pay homage and my respects and to offer a prayer for the souls of the Clansmen murdered at Drummossie Field at the Battle of Culloden. I prayed at the mass graves of all clansmen including my ancestors. I took a small rock away and brought it to Australia when I mounted that rock in a small frame which hangs in my office. I treat that rock reverently and continue to pray for Clansmen. On my return to Australia, I happened to visiting my local news agency when the news agent asked my how my trip to Scotland went off considering I had not returned since we emigrated to Australia in 1961. I just started to tell the Newsagent about my trip when an obnoxious woman with an English accent butted in without an excuse me. TheNews agent told the woman to hang on as he was speaking to me about my trip to Scotland, when Madam Obnoxious said: "Oh Scotland. I belong to the most famous and heroic clan; the Campbell's of Argyle" The Newsagent spoke out aloud: :" I think I have started World War 3" I then asked the woman: Brave and heroic you say????? How difficult was it for your vile mob to cut the throats of sleeping men who succoured your vile Clansmen. The MacDonalds gave you shelter, food drink and a bed if nasty weather and that was the way you you showed your gratitude to suck up to a bloody Dutch Bastard" The woman turned away with her tail between her legs. TREACHEROUS BITCH!
Our legacy is that of MacDonald of Clanranald. Cowardly act to begin at 0530 a slaughter with a full belly, warm nights sleep and dry shoes provided by your sleeping hosts. Fortunately there were a few Campbell's with a compassionate heart enabelling the escape of some to carry on the house of MacDonald. Thank you for the post. A proud heart in Vermont, USA.
Don't forget that King William is the best-selling that ordered it! Just as Queen Elizabeth ordered Francis Drake to slaughter 600 innocents on Faction Island.
hello ,i am from Portsmouth Ohio,and we live in what people call the appalacian mountains/hills,we are very very diff in out talk,acscent from upper state citizens even id say i hour up from the bottom og ohio dialect changes 100%,we live on the border of west virginia &kentucky while the mighty Ohio River seperates us,we are all family in one way,going back to even the early 1700s,we feel your pain,so out prayers are with your family honoring your own people,..Appalchia dialect down here is like proven blood lines lol, also #CountDankula brot me here
I made a visit to the Glencoe distillery. Very informative and amazing flavour once you add a few drops of water with it. Obviously we came away with a bottle or two.
They would have been slaughtered anyway, as the MacDonald Clan was small, thiefs of cattle and generally unruly. They could not have done anything. Its was a massacre done and carried out in the most horrific way to teach everyone else a lesson. This was not a Campbell vs MacDonald feud either, that's a misconception. Hill was the man in Fort William who could do nothing. However other clans had not signed either, it was John Dalrymple who helped push that agenda. It should have never have happened.
I have to agree. In popular imagination it was a clan feud event, but from what I can tell it was King William's government forces inflicting a slaughter on a clan that was late to sign an oath of allegiance to him, and to serve as an example to other clans still harbouring any loyalties to King James. They may have selected Captain Robert Campbell of Glenlyon to do the deed as he had personally suffered from recent feuding activities with the Macdonalds. He only received the order for the killings after he had stayed with them for two weeks, so he certainly would not have known his mission when he arrived at Glencoe: the orders he received from Major Duncanson threatened consequences if he failed. The authorities subsequently avoided blame by portraying it as a clan feud event.
I stayed at a B&B in Glencoe with my son around year 2000. We had a few drinks together at the local pub before retiring one night. My son in his twenties went to bed, I went outside to smoke, with a can of soda pop. After a short time I heard what sounded like a cannon going off in the distance. I could tell it wasn’t a modern weapon by the sound. I heard it every few minutes. It was totally quiet otherwise, as it was late. I remember feeling puzzled by this. Then I would intermittently hear soldiers speed marching in the distance. Their sound came and went twice. I remember feeling that I might be having some kind of audible hallucination of some sort. So I thought I’d check with the land lady in the morning, half expecting her to tell me that people hear this kind of thing all the time. Eventually I went to bed. In the morning I mentioned to the landlady the cannon fire, she seemed perplexed and muttered the word poachers, nodding her head as if that was out of the question. I asked if there was an army base close by where soldiers would carry out marching drills after midnight. Again she seemed puzzled. And suggested I’d had too much whisky. I took it no further with her, and besides, I’d only had a few beers. After returning to London I’d read up about the massacre. I’d always thought that the massacre only involved swords and blades. As soon as I read of the fleeing highlanders being shot at with muskets, I realised that was the sound I was hearing. That was undoubtedly a paranormal experience. My one and only by the way. I’ve been to Glencoe many times. I’d certainly be a little apprehensive about camping up in the hills. And yet, I seriously love Glencoe.❤️
Reed Stupid comment. It was a one off. Never before, never since.
Im sure you experienced whats called a time slip, you wer'nt helucinating, lucky man u were sir, why do these things happen to certain folk, who knows, but no need to over analyze just treasure.
Soz for the spelling
Here because of Count Dankula lmao
same
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Me too.
I could listen to you talk through eternity...
A Scot now living in Australia I visited Scotland in 1998. I made a B Line for Culloden Battle Field to pay homage and my respects and to offer a prayer for the souls of the Clansmen murdered at Drummossie Field at the Battle of Culloden. I prayed at the mass graves of all clansmen including my ancestors. I took a small rock away and brought it to Australia when I mounted that rock in a small frame which hangs in my office. I treat that rock reverently and continue to pray for Clansmen. On my return to Australia, I happened to visiting my local news agency when the news agent asked my how my trip to Scotland went off considering I had not returned since we emigrated to Australia in 1961. I just started to tell the Newsagent about my trip when an obnoxious woman with an English accent butted in without an excuse me. TheNews agent told the woman to hang on as he was speaking to me about my trip to Scotland, when Madam Obnoxious said: "Oh Scotland. I belong to the most famous and heroic clan; the Campbell's of Argyle" The Newsagent spoke out aloud: :" I think I have started World War 3" I then asked the woman: Brave and heroic you say????? How difficult was it for your vile mob to cut the throats of sleeping men who succoured your vile Clansmen. The MacDonalds gave you shelter, food drink and a bed if nasty weather and that was the way you you showed your gratitude to suck up to a bloody Dutch Bastard" The woman turned away with her tail between her legs. TREACHEROUS BITCH!
Our legacy is that of MacDonald of Clanranald. Cowardly act to begin at 0530 a slaughter with a full belly, warm nights sleep and dry shoes provided by your sleeping hosts. Fortunately there were a few Campbell's with a compassionate heart enabelling the escape of some to carry on the house of MacDonald. Thank you for the post. A proud heart in Vermont, USA.
Don't forget that King William is the best-selling that ordered it!
Just as Queen Elizabeth ordered Francis Drake to slaughter 600 innocents on Faction Island.
The only Campbell of Argyll is a DEAD Campbell of Argyll. 💩
💙🌾💙🌾💙. Love and greetings from NC USA ....
To the place that was once my home, where I left my heart and yearn to see once more. 💙🌾💙🌾💙
hello ,i am from Portsmouth Ohio,and we live in what people call the appalacian mountains/hills,we are very very diff in out talk,acscent from upper state citizens even id say i hour up from the bottom og ohio dialect changes 100%,we live on the border of west virginia &kentucky while the mighty Ohio River seperates us,we are all family in one way,going back to even the early 1700s,we feel your pain,so out prayers are with your family honoring your own people,..Appalchia dialect down here is like proven blood lines lol, also #CountDankula brot me here
Go back to America ya wee bawbag
I made a visit to the Glencoe distillery. Very informative and amazing flavour once you add a few drops of water with it. Obviously we came away with a bottle or two.
Love the Scottish Accent 😀
Great video
I like this environment, at the bottom of the glen, with lightning and thunder, and the loch nearby. It`s invigorating.
My great grand parents were David and Carrie McDonald, I guest the Campbells didn’t get us all. God bless them!
I hate Campbell soup.
Oh why
It's campbells soup
I was there last week :)
love clachaig inn
😂😂🎉🎉🎉🎉
They would have been slaughtered anyway, as the MacDonald Clan was small, thiefs of cattle and generally unruly. They could not have done anything. Its was a massacre done and carried out in the most horrific way to teach everyone else a lesson. This was not a Campbell vs MacDonald feud either, that's a misconception. Hill was the man in Fort William who could do nothing. However other clans had not signed either, it was John Dalrymple who helped push that agenda. It should have never have happened.
Campbell were to weak to go face to face they killed the Macdonald while they were sleeping
Grant Campbell.. your barred lol
Are you buttered?
I have to agree. In popular imagination it was a clan feud event, but from what I can tell it was King William's government forces inflicting a slaughter on a clan that was late to sign an oath of allegiance to him, and to serve as an example to other clans still harbouring any loyalties to King James. They may have selected Captain Robert Campbell of Glenlyon to do the deed as he had personally suffered from recent feuding activities with the Macdonalds. He only received the order for the killings after he had stayed with them for two weeks, so he certainly would not have known his mission when he arrived at Glencoe: the orders he received from Major Duncanson threatened consequences if he failed.
The authorities subsequently avoided blame by portraying it as a clan feud event.
Grant Campbell Campbell soup tastes like shite. And McDonald's too tastes like shite.