Loch Assynt and Ardvreck Castle

One of the places that inspired several scenes in my new release, My Brave Highlander, was the Assynt area of northern Scotland in what is now Sutherland. Ardvreck Castle inspired my Munrick Castle which I placed on Loch Assynt. I did an earlier post about Ardvreck Castle where you can see a few more pics.

The area is hauntingly beautiful and incredibly scenic. Ardvreck Castle sits on a promontory which is almost like a small island. Water from the loch seems to keep encroaching on the narrow walkway leading to the castle.

Sorry this photo ended up a bit tilted. But you can see how the castle seems somewhat scary. This is the mood I used in the scene where I introduce Isobel MacKenzie, the heroine in My Brave Highlander.

 Here you can see the castle ruin from a different angle, from further back on the island. On the right side, in the background you can see Calda House, where the MacKenzies moved after leaving Ardvreck.

The narrow walkway leading to the castle.

The mystical view across the loch from the castle is beautiful.

Another view from the castle but in the opposite direction, toward Calda House. I like to be able to visualize what my characters see when they look out a window.

Another view of the castle from a different position on the island. This is the best preserved portion which makes it easier to imagine what the castle must have looked like when it was in use.

If you click on the two photos below, you can see the on-site signs at a larger size and read about the history of the castle and the area. The drawings of what the castle is believed to have looked like when constructed are interesting.

The road and landscape leading down to Loch Assynt and Ardvreck Castle. The yellow flowered bushes are gorse.

In my story, I attempted to bring this stunning and beautiful area to life. Of course, My Brave Highlander takes place in November instead of May, so visualize snow instead of green grass. :)

Excerpt from My Brave Highlander which takes place in this area:

Gusts of chill wind flung icy snowflakes into Dirk's eyes. After several days travel on galleys up the west coast, he and Rebbie had disembarked at Ullapool. With the strong winds, it had been unsafe to sail further north. Then, they had traveled north on horseback.
'Twas slow going on a narrow footpath through the rugged countryside. He glanced up at the Assynt Mountains surrounding them, their rocky peaks hidden in the low-hanging clouds. Snow blanketed even the lowest slopes in white.
"Is the weather always so inviting here?" Rebbie called out several feet behind him.
Turning in his saddle, Dirk glanced back and smirked. Rebbie had become spoiled in the temperate Scottish Lowlands and England. Snowflakes littered his friend's dark hair. Breath fogged from his mount's nose.
Of course, Rebbie had insisted on bringing his manservant, George Sweeny. He'd wanted to bring two servants but Dirk had to say no. It would've been more difficult for a large entourage to secure passage on a galley.
"I was thinking you were a Highlander," Dirk called.
"I am, indeed. But from much further south."
"Use the mantle's cowl." The plaids and mantles Lachlan had given them had come in handy. The wool over his head would catch the water from the melting snow and hold in the warmth from his body heat. Beneath that, Dirk wore a piece of metal-studded leather armor—because one couldn't be too careful in the Highlands—and a belted wool plaid over his trews.
Rebbie generally dressed like a Lowlander. But now they both had on several layers of clothing, both Highland and Lowland.
Evening was upon them and the temperature was dropping. They needed to reach Munrick Castle before nightfall. The MacKays and MacLeods had ever been allies, most of the time, anyway. He hoped the chief would provide them shelter for the night.
No doubt word had circulated through neighboring clans that the MacKay heir had died several years ago and a younger brother was set to inherit. Dirk wasn't yet sure how he would explain that he was indeed alive.
During his twelve year absence, he'd forgotten exactly how forbidding the weather in the Assynt region could be. If anything, MacKay Country, on the north coast was even harsher.
The trail through the Highlands only handled single file horses and foot traffic. He inhaled the bitter peat smoke trailing from nearby crofters' cottages. What he wouldn't give right now to be sitting beside one of those smoldering fires. The smoke scent blended with the damp air off the nearby bog and frost-bitten plants created a scent that reminded Dirk of his childhood.
When he was a lad, he had visited this area a few times with his father as they had dealings with the MacLeods. Generally, they got on well, but most Highland clans were canny enough not to trust another clan with one hundred percent conviction.
A movement out ahead caught Dirk's attention. What was that? Not a red deer. He thought he'd seen a flash of plaid. The trail turned uphill and passed through low-growing gorse bushes. Someone was hiding behind that boulder.
Dirk stopped and turned. "Rebbie," he said low. "Someone's lurking up ahead."
Rebbie nodded. They both quietly dismounted and withdrew their swords.
"Hold the horses," Rebbie murmured to George. "But if they come out fighting, give us a hand."
George nodded. "Aye, m'laird."
With the wind blowing constantly, Dirk could hear naught above it.
"Who's there?" he called out. "I'm a MacKay, just passing through."
No response. The knave was still hiding. Might be more than one of them. Was this an ambush by highwaymen or desperate outlaws?
Gripping his sword, Dirk sneaked along the trail, trying to avoid kicking loose stones. Rebbie followed a few feet behind.
The wind picked up, whistling through the gorse branches and stinging his face. Good. This would cover any sounds they made, especially since they were downwind of whoever lay in wait between the bushes and rocks. If he could sneak up on them, he could gain the upper hand.
If they were members of the MacLeod Clan, he'd have to assure them he was a MacKay ally. He prayed there hadn't been any clan feuds since he'd last been here. His uncle hadn't mentioned any in his missive, but then his message had been brief and to the point.
Each step took Dirk closer and closer to their hiding place. He held his basket-hilt broadsword at the ready, fully aware two or more men could leap out at any moment.
At last, he reached their hidey-hole and stole around the side of the boulder. Naught but snow-covered heather and low-growing plants greeted him.
Damnation, where had they gone?
He crept forward, down an incline and around a bush. There, two forms in drab plaid huddled, one standing upright, back pressed against a giant boulder, and the other crouched.
Dirk froze, as did the two strangers.
A lass? Dark fierce eyes met his from beneath a cowl, but the face was definitely female and so was the clothing—a long arisaid. Despite her bulky and voluminous clothes, he could tell her shoulders were slender. Her eyes narrowed, and her stance was defensive. He glanced down at her hands, partially hidden in the folds of her skirts, but he did not miss the glint of a dagger clutched in one fist.
His gaze darted to the other figure. Also a woman, but a few years older.
"What the devil?" Rebbie muttered, coming up beside him.
"What are the two of you doing out in this weather?" Dirk asked in Gaelic, his tone harsher than he'd intended. Were they mad? Gloaming was approaching, and the snow and wind would only worsen.
"Leave us be," the lass said, her voice strong.
He exchanged a confused glance with Rebbie. He was surely wondering the same thing Dirk was. Why were they here, far from the nearest village, croft or castle?
"'Tis not safe for two women to be wandering about. Do you not ken of the outlaws and thieves in these parts?" At least there had been twelve years ago, and he doubted things had changed much.
"We're not troubling you, and we have no need of your help. Not much further and we'll reach our destination." The glint of her dagger taunted and irritated him. Undoubtedly, she was afraid of them.
Dirk returned his broadsword to its scabbard. "And where would that destination be? It's been a long while since we passed through a village." And even longer since they'd left the keep they'd stayed in the night before.
"'Tis none of your concern."
Ah. So the lass had an impertinent mouth on her. Even more interesting, she had the speech of the Highland aristocracy, the dialect of somewhere south of here, but Western Highlands for a certainty. He nodded. "Well, I cannot leave you out here in the elements. I'll take you and your companion to Munrick Castle. The MacLeods will help you."
"Nay," she snapped and turned about, helping her friend—or her maid—rise to her feet. "Leave us. We are well."
"We mean you no harm, m'lady." He watched for her reaction to the title.
"I thank you for the offer of assistance, but we have no need of it."
She didn't notice the title, so clearly she was used to being called lady. Aside from that, her speech spoke volumes about her social station. And her status meant he definitely couldn't leave her unprotected in a snowstorm. She would not be as accustomed to the elements as a hardier crofter maid might be. Was she some chief's daughter who'd run away?
"Which clan are you from?" he asked.
"Does that matter?"
"Aye." He always liked to know who he was dealing with. Helping her would no doubt have repercussions.
The shape of her lips and the curve of her jaw line gave Dirk a sense of déjà vu. Though he could tell her eyes were dark, he could not see the shape clearly beneath the cowl and curtain of her dark brown hair. Had he seen her somewhere before?
"Are you a MacLeod? A MacKay?" he asked. Those were the two main clans in the area. But if she was from somewhere further south, as her dialect indicated, no telling which clan she'd come from.
"Nay," she said. Why the devil wouldn't she reveal her clan name at least?
"Are you running from someone?"
She froze, staring at him wide-eyed. That was it. Who was she running from and why?
A sharp gust of wind grabbed her cowl and flung it back, revealing more of her face and long dark hair.
Indeed, she was familiar. Was she someone he'd met during his youth? The familiarity niggled at the back of his mind, tormenting him.
"I've seen you before," he said.
My Brave Highlander copyright 2012 Vonda Sinclair

Thanks so much for checking out my pics and excerpt! What is your favorite area of the northern Highlands of Scotland? Do you enjoy learning what inspires certain scenes or settings in stories?



Roxy Boroughs said...

Wow! Beautiful shots.

Paisley Kirkpatrick said...

What a glorious way to start the day. A cup of coffee and a tour through part of Scotland. I loved the photo of the inside of the castle. Can't imagine constructing that circular staircase.

Wish I could jump on a plane....

Dawn Marie Hamilron said...

Love the pics, Vonda. Good luck with the book!

derekd said...

Vonda, great shots! I especially enjoyed the enlargeable historical markers with the illustrations and explanations. Thanks so much for posting this.

I wish you continued success with your writing and lots of sales for MBH!

Cora Blu said...

You have some of the most beautiful pictures. Very relaxing to read your posts. Keep it up.
Cora Blu

Vonda Sinclair said...

Thanks so much, everyone! I had fun taking these pics even though it was a very overcast morning. As we were leaving, it started to rain. That's when I quickly took the pics of the signs (without time to read them) and rushed to the car. They are very helpful in learning about castles.

Alexa said...

Grgeous pics, as usual! I can't help but sigh as I look at them AND as I read your excerpt!

Vanessa Holland said...

Wow, what a beautiful place! I love seeing places I'm reading about in your book. :-)

Vonda Sinclair said...

Alexa, I'm thrilled you like the pics and excerpt! Thanks!

Vanessa, yes, it is a beautiful place. I always enjoy knowing about things that inspire settings or events in stories. Thanks!

BBT said...

Beautiful. Thanks for the virtual tour.

Lana Williams said...

Amazing scenery! Can't wait to read the story! Best of luck with sales!

Vonda Sinclair said...

Thanks for checking it out, Barb!

Lana, thanks! I love the scenery in that area.

Ella Quinn said...

I loved the pictures and the excerpt.

Vonda Sinclair said...

Thanks so much, Ella!! :)