Culloden Battlefield

Oct 15
2 min read

Culloden Battlefield is a powerful, historically rich site near Inverness where the final Jacobite Rising ended in 1746. Visitors can explore the battlefield, museum, and memorials year-round, with immersive exhibits and walking trails that bring Scotland’s past to life.

Highlights

Historic battlefield: Site of the last pitched battle on British soil, where the Jacobite forces were defeated in under an hour.
Visitor Centre: Features a 360° battle immersion theatre, interactive displays, and artefacts from both sides of the conflict.
Leanach Cottage: Restored 18th-century building offering a glimpse into Highland life.
Clan markers and memorial cairn: Pay respects at the gravestones of fallen clansmen, added 135 years after the battle.
Roof garden: Offers panoramic views of the moor and surrounding Highlands.
Shop and café: Includes battlefield-themed gifts, jewellery made from local flowers, and Culloden whisky.

Practical Information

Address: Culloden Moor, Inverness IV2 5EU
Distance from Inverness: ~5 miles (8 km); accessible by car, taxi, or bus
Opening hours:
- Visitor Centre: 9:00am–5:00pm (last entry 4:30pm)
- Battlefield: Open daily, all hours
Entry fees:
Just Parking to enter field
Visitor Centre (prices 10/2025)
- Adult: £12.50
- Child: £8.00
- Family: £33.00
- Free for National Trust for Scotland members

Tips for visitors

Allow 2–3 hours: To fully explore the museum, battlefield, and memorials.
Dress for the weather: The moor is exposed and often windy—bring layers and waterproofs.
Footwear: Wear sturdy shoes for uneven terrain.
Audio guides available: Enhance your walk with historical context and personal stories.
Photography: Permitted throughout the site, but be respectful around memorials.
Dog-friendly: Dogs are welcome on leads across the battlefield

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Ferghas' Adventures

Ferghas the Coo stood on the moor, mist curling low over the heather. The wind was still, but something stirred—soft footsteps, distant voices, the faint clang of steel.

He wandered past the clan stones, pausing at Fraser. A shadow flickered beside him, tall and proud, then gone.

No fear. Just silence. Just memory.

Ferghas lowered his head, not in fright but respect. The field was quiet now, but it remembered.

He turned back toward the path, hooves crunching softly. Behind him, the moor whispered:

“We were here.”