Kingussie War Memorial
- Oct 15
- 2 min read
Standing proudly at the junction of High Street and Station Road, this polished granite Celtic Cross honours the 83 local souls lost in the World Wars. Dedicated in 1921, it bears the badge of the Cameron Highlanders and a Gaelic inscription: Air Chuimhne Nan Sonn Nach Maireann—“In memory of the heroes who are no more.” Surrounded by gardens, it remains a place of quiet reflection and enduring gratitude
Highlights
Striking Celtic Cross in polished grey granite, featuring the badge of the Cameron Highlanders.
Gaelic inscription: Air Chuimhne Nan Sonn Nach Maireann “In memory of the heroes who are no more.”
Commemorates 83 local lives lost in WWI and WWII, including one civilian.
Located at the junction of High Street and Station Road, opposite the Duke of Gordon Hotel.
Surrounded by Gynack Gardens, offering a peaceful setting with lawns and flowerbeds.
Force K6 Memorial
Unveiled in September 2022, this is the UK’s first permanent memorial to the Royal Indian Army Service Corps’ Force K6.
• Commemorates 14 Indian soldiers—13 Muslim and 1 Hindu—who died while serving in Scotland during WWII.
• These men were part of a mule transport unit, trained in mountain warfare in the Cairngorms to support Allied operations.
• The memorial is crafted from Indian black granite and Cairngorm stone, engraved with multi-faith inscriptions in Arabic, Sanskrit, and English.
• Located in Gynack Gardens, just steps from the main Kingussie War Memorial.
Practical Information
Open access year-round; no entry fee.
Best reached on foot from Kingussie town centre—just a short stroll.
Nearby parking available at the Duke of Gordon Hotel or town centre.
Wheelchair accessible via paved paths around the memorial.
Tips for visitors
Visit in the morning or golden hour for soft light and quiet reflection.
Pair your visit with a walk to Ruthven Barracks or a riverside ramble along the Spey.
Bring seeds and oats for duck pond on the other side of town
Ferghas' Adventures
Ferghas clopped quietly into Kingussie square, his usual bounce softened by the hush of morning mist. The tall granite cross stood solemn and proud, its Gaelic inscription catching the light like a whisper from the past.
He’d come to pay his respects, as he often did. But today, something new tugged at his attention—a smaller stone, dark and polished, nestled in the garden nearby.
Curious, Ferghas stepped closer. The names etched into the black granite weren’t Scottish. They were Indian. Fourteen soldiers. Force K6. Men who had travelled thousands of miles to train in the Cairngorms, hauling supplies by mule, braving cold and isolation—and never returning home.
Ferghas felt a weight settle in his chest. “They were part of this place too,” he murmured, “even if the stories took longer to surface.”
He plucked a thistle from the verge and laid it gently at the base of the memorial. Then he stood still, letting the wind carry his thoughts across the square, through the hills, and far beyond.
With a final nod, Ferghas turned toward the mountains. “Time to follow their trail,” he said, and began his quiet climb—hoofprints tracing memory into the Highland mist.
Beautiful, well maintained memorial, worth the wee stop..... you can find some ducks just up the road too, quack quack 🐮