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Charlie: Prince Charles Edward Stuart, second Jacobite pretender to the thrones of England, Scotland and Ireland, instigator of the Jacobite uprising of 1745, fugitive with a price of £30,000 on his head following the disaster of Culloden, romantic figure of heroic failure. Meg: My faithful, four-legged companion, carrier of supplies, listener of my woes, possessor of my only towel. Me: An ordinary guy from Falkirk only just on the right side of 40, the only man in a houseful of women, with a thirst for a big adventure, craving an escape from everyday life. For the first time, Bonnie Prince Charlie’s arduous escape of 1746 has been recreated in a single journey. The author, along with his faithful border collie Meg, retraces Charlie’s epic 530 mile walk through remote wilderness, hidden glens, modern day roads and uninhabited islands.

Charlie: Prince Charles Edward Stuart, second Jacobite pretender to the thrones of England, Scotland and Ireland, instigator of the Jacobite uprising of 1745, fugitive with a price of £30,000 on his head following the disaster of Culloden, romantic figure of heroic failure.
Meg: My faithful, four-legged companion, carrier of supplies, listener of my woes, possessor of my only towel.
Me: An ordinary guy from Falkirk only just on the right side of 40, the only man in a houseful of women, with a thirst for a big adventure, craving an escape from everyday life.

For the first time, Bonnie Prince Charlie’s arduous escape of 1746 has been recreated in a single journey. The author, along with his faithful border collie Meg, retraces Charlie’s epic 530 mile walk through remote wilderness, hidden glens, modern day roads and uninhabited islands.

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introduction<br />

One day a week I would rest my legs. This was intended to be a<br />

tough physical challenge but one I was determined to enjoy. It was<br />

not a punitive speed march. During walking days I also had to retain<br />

enough energy to make camp, record my thoughts <strong>and</strong> cook a decent<br />

meal. I had been in situations before where I had arrived back at a<br />

campsite so exhausted that I had unzipped the tent, crawled in <strong>and</strong><br />

crashed out without food or drink. Being on my own, I couldn’t afford<br />

to be blasé with my well-being or timetable.<br />

Quite soon I had a rough plan. Travelling through the Northwest<br />

Highl<strong>and</strong>s, the Outer Hebrides, Skye <strong>and</strong> Raasay, I would be walking<br />

just over 800km (500 miles). Taking in a combination of modern<br />

roads, paths <strong>and</strong> trackless mountainside wherever the Prince’s party<br />

had walked. There would also be 500km (300 miles) of ferry <strong>and</strong> bus<br />

journeys. Amongst the sailings made <strong>by</strong> the Prince were journeys from<br />

Arisaig to Benbecula <strong>and</strong> Elgol to Mallaig. No modern day ferries run<br />

these exact routes so I would walk to the water’s edge where the Prince<br />

embarked <strong>and</strong> then take public transport to the relevant ferry port.<br />

After the ferry crossing, I would make my way to the point where the<br />

Prince l<strong>and</strong>ed. Reconstructing the journey in this way, I would still be<br />

walking almost exactly where the Prince walked in 1746.<br />

In the main, I would rough camp <strong>and</strong> sleep in my tent, trying to<br />

make sure that my campsites were located in as interesting but sheltered<br />

places as possible. I<br />

would also make use of a<br />

few bothies, the odd hotel<br />

<strong>and</strong> one hostel. There are<br />

also a number of caves<br />

associated with the Prince,<br />

ranging from a tiny one<br />

near Loch Arkaig, to a<br />

more commodious affair<br />

at Glen Moriston with<br />

its own running water. I<br />

tried to organise my days<br />

so that I would end up at<br />

a cave as often as possible.<br />

Whether I would sleep in<br />

Courtesy of Jim Barker<br />

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