In August 1958, my brother and I, together with the factor, a retired Nigeria Forest Officer, stood on the right bank of the River Almond and looked across to the great rock that bifurcates the river. We were told of the sad day a few years previously when the laird, General Whitaker, was carried down from his grouse butt and everyone’s dismay when they read his instructions that he was to be buried on the rock. To their relief, it was discovered that the general had already arranged for his grave to be hewn in the rock and the little wooden bridge was removed.
Had the general been alive today I know he would have sent any guns wearing pale shirts back home to change (Auchnafree proves perfect for the Twelfth, August issue). And anyone tying a dog to his cartridge belt would have been sent off the hill in double time. Jonny Niblett,
Conon Bridge, Ross-shire