2001
These pictures are from Culloden 2001, popularly known as "Mudlodden." The mud was ankle-deep, but at least it warmed up eventually. As yet, we have no pictures from Culloden 2002 ("Frostlodden?"). When and if they arrive, they'll be on a new page.
Also on the way (we're told) are photos from an event in Massachusetts, and an English Civil War event in West Virginia (okay, technically it's out of period, but who could resist camping in the mountains of West Virginia in November?)

	Himself, Robert MacGregor of Glencarnoch: Chief of the MacGregors, Commander of the Regiment, and Bearer of the Whisky. As always, He is armed to the teeth and considered extremely dangerous (especially if one makes the grave error of offering him Port).
Glencarnoch with his brother (and occasional second-in command) Duncan, an Edinburgh lawyer and something of a dandy.
	The officers of Glencarnoch's Regiment confer amongst themselves. It is generally best to not ask about the topic of conversation (Duncan remembers this particular conversation quite well and agrees that you'd be happier not knowing)
Occasionally the Jacobite officers also confer amongst themselves. I suspect this conference has something to do with mud and/or wet feet.
	Duncan gets a particularly polite greeting from HRH Prince Charles Edward Stuart. They Probably discussed great and important international legal matters...either that or the mud.
The Prince visits MacGregor's camp. MacGregor's disreputable Parisian cousin Kitty is in attendance, along with her maidservant (whose name Kitty never was able to remember)
	Jacobite Troops on the move. As I recall, the general troop movement was more akin to "squishing" than marching.
The ladies of the Regiment, looking splendid and causing trouble. Shortly after this picture was taken, as it became evident that the Jacobite cause was lost, Kitty wailed to her maidservant "However will I get back to France?" Sensing an opportunity to get even, the maidservant coldly replied: "Perhaps you could swim, ma'am."