I am so glad it’s finally fall. My favorite season! Although we are still in the throes of what has been a long, hot, dry summer here in Virginia, there is promise on the horizon. There is a perceptible change in the light as the days begin to shorten. Mornings are cooler, and the trees are beginning to show a little color. I have to remind myself that it won’t be long before the heat finally yields, giving way to those beautiful, crisp, sweater-wearing days of autumn.
Anyway, I have been on a short two-week break from blogging, but today I am back and excited to share with you a very cool castle ruin.
This is Invergarry Castle, located about 7.5 miles southwest of Fort Augustus, close to the village of Invergarry in the Scottish Highlands.
Set on the grounds of nineteenth-century Glengarry Castle Hotel and overlooking Loch Oich on what is known as Creagan an Fhithich (The Raven’s Rock), the weathered seventeenth-century ruins of Invergarry Castle are an atmospheric reminder of a time long gone.
This ‘L’ Plan tower house was once the seat of the Chiefs of the MacDonnells of Glengarry, an influential branch of the Clan Donald (also known as the Clan Ronald). Historians believe it is at least the third structure to occupy Creagan an Fhithich. The castle we see today replaced a previous fortification, which was burned down in 1654 when Cromwell’s army invaded Scotland. The MacDonalds completed the current structure in 1665.
Unfortunately for the MacDonald clan, they did not remain in their shiny new castle for long. In 1692, and for the majority of the next thirty-nine years, Invergarry Castle found itself under the occupation of English troops. Eventually, the occupation ended, and in 1731, the clan reclaimed their home. I bet a bottle or two was passed around in celebration that night. Slàinte Mhath!
According to historical accounts, Prince Charles Edward Stuart (a.k.a. Bonnie Prince Charlie) visited Invergarry twice during the Jacobite Rising of 1745-46. Following the Battle of Culloden in 1746, both John MacDonell of Glengarry and his son were imprisoned, and the castle was burned yet again; this time by “Butcher” William Augustus, Duke of Cumberland. Makes you wonder what sort of fella you’d have to be to earn a name like “Butcher,” eh?
In the years following The Jacobite Rising, Invergarry passed through the hands of various owners. Today, this once bustling and thriving seat of power resides quietly (if not a bit forlornly) within the boundaries of the Glengarry property. Rivalries, battles, victories, and defeats live on only in its memories now. Oh, if those old walls could talk.
I hope you enjoyed today’s post, my friends. As always, thank you for popping in to read my words. I appreciate you. 🙂
I’ll see you again soon.