Culloden today saw the "Disney Cruise" passengers arrive by the boatload (pun intended) to the battlefield, with no sign of Mickey or Minnie Mouse but enough comic characters to bring a smile to proceedings.
At the same time, in a form of nationality exorcism, yours truly decided that being a lowlander by birth, ex UK Armed Forces, taken the "Kings Shilling" in real terms and with a host of Anglo Saxon friends and relatives it would add some balance to proceedings if I took on the mantle of a Redcoat, since it appeared that everyone else was of a Jacobite leaning.
My initial role was to present the Surgeons kit for those visitors making their way through the various stages of the static exhibition prior to going into the surround sound/vision experience of the actual battle (which is by the way wholly realistic by the makers of the film). The kit is on the verge of gruesome in its implementation with saws, claws and cauterising pokers means that the anaesthetic (Brandy) and a piece of wood to grit their teeth on were probably the most essential items of the kit box.
Visitors from the USA, Australia, Israel, Germany, Spain, Canada, Canary Islands and the length and breadth of the UK made this day another special one for the sole "Redcoat"
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