How I Felt Visiting the Culloden Battlefield in Scotland
My deep love for Scotland began many years ago as I’m the daughter of British man raised in Scotland. Well, I suppose a love for something doesn’t just happen because its heritage runs in your blood because I can safely admit my home country doesn’t rub me the same way. But many moons prancing around Glasgow and the Scottish highlands, I found that my new home certainly won me over.
However, my admiration for its history began a little over a year ago. I certainly wish I had a deeper answer to the question, but I give most of the credit to Outlander for sprouting my passion for the history of my beloved country.
Since then, I’ve read several books about the history of Scotland, especially highlighting the parts involving the Jacobite Rising of 1745. Like with your favorite band, listening and reading about them isn’t enough — you’ve got to go see them live. So, I ventured up to the Scottish Highlands to the cozy city of Inverness where I’d be just a mere 30 minute bus ride from where it all took place — the Battle of Culloden, the last battle on British soil.
