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PAUL MURTON: The lochan-studded expanse of Rannoch Moor -

an icon of the untamed.

A true wilderness.

And once a place of thieves and wild men.

For generations, the West Highlands were considered to be

a dangerous place.

A country to be tamed.

First the first militarily came, and then the engineers

and they built roads and railways, and harnessed the power of nature.

Lochs are Scotland's gift to the world

and are the product of an element

that we have in spectacular abundance -

Water.

It has been estimated that

there are more than 31,000 lochs in Scotland.

They come in all shapes and sizes,

from long fjord-like sea lochs,

great freshwater lochs of the central Highlands -

to the innumerable lochans that stud the open moors.

In this series, I'm on a loch-hopping journey

across Scotland, discovering how they shape the character

of the people who live close to their shores.

For this grand tour, I'm taking a walk on the wild side.

My journey starts on the beautiful banks of Loch Tulla,

crosses Rannoch Moor,

and then by Loch Rannoch and Loch Tummel I will go.

It reaches journey's end

on a faery mountain.

Loch Tulla lies on the southern edge of the great Rannoch Moor.

This wild country was first settled thousands of years ago.

To see the evidence of habitation for myself,

I'm being ferried out to a tiny island

called Eilean Stalcair,

where some of the first people to lead settled lives

in this part of Scotland made their home.

It's known as a crannog -

that's an artificial island built to keep the occupants safe

from wild animals and from their human enemies

raiding and plundering.

Back in the Iron Age, over 2,000 years ago,

the crannog would have been a defensive home

to an extended family,

living in a thatched timber house sitting on wooden stilts

above the water.

Crannogs were once very common.

At least 600 have been identified by archaeologists

in Scotland's lochs.

The earliest belong to the Stone Age.

Others were used for hundreds of years.

This crannog was occupied up until the 14th century

by Clan MacGregor, who once dominated this whole area.

When they lost it to the Campbells, their bard wrote a lament

recalling their "happy days on the shores of Loch Tulla,"

and I can see why they were sad to leave it.

It's amazing to think

that during the last ice age, the whole of Rannoch Moor

was covered by a great icecap.

As the glaciers melted,

they created the loch-studded landscape

we're familiar with today.

Most of the moor lies over 400 metres above sea level.

In winter, its many lochans are covered in ice,

which makes the prospect of taking a dunk in one of them -

even in summer -

less than appealing.

I meet Calum MacLean on the banks of Loch Ba.

He's a devotee of wild swimming -

a rather grand name for something

that people have been doing for years.

Calum blogs about his watery adventures,

which take him to some extreme locations,

including an icebound lochan

high in the frozen Cairngorm mountains.

Today he invites me to take a plunge in water

that is thankfully ice-free.

Do you ever actually measure the temperatures scientifically?

Oh, I never measure the temperature with an actual thermometer.

I think that's far too scientific for me I think.

I usually stick my toe in and depending on how much it hurts

and how much I scream, that's how cold the water is that day.

Are we going to be screaming, do you think?

When we get in, it's going to hurt, that's usually what happens.

It never gets easier. Heart-stopping? Possibly, yeah.

Is there a gradation of wildness you're looking for?

How does this compare, Loch Ba?

Where we are here, it's quite calm you know.

We're not too far from the road.

But yeah, I've been to some more extreme places, you might say.

The Gulf of Corryvreckan between Jura and Scarba.

That was a particularly fun one

where the current sweeps through.

It's one of the biggest whirlpools, I think, around. (LAUGHTER)

Luckily, it was a slack tide so we were OK.

But were you not scared?

I wasn't scared, no. I was excited more than scared.

So, it's adrenaline rather than just pure fear? That's right, yeah.

Ah, I'm ready for this.

You ready? Ready for anything.

Right. How does it feel so far?

It's fine, I'm wearing a wet suit. (CHUCKLES)

The plan today is for Calum to swim the length of Loch Ba.

I'm going to try my best to keep up with him,

at least as far as the nearby island of Eilean Mollach.

Perhaps I should have brought my rubber ring.

But at least my wet suit means I shouldn't die of hypothermia.

Well, it's really quite cold out here I have to say, Calum.

Thank you so much for bringing me out for this wonderful experience.

(LAUGHS) But the views are amazing.

They are.

It's like a kind of trout's eye view. It is.

But yeah, it's a fantastic way to see this beautiful landscape around us.

And we're in the middle of Rannoch moor.

Who would have thought it?

Exactly, lots of people come here for walking, hiking.

How many people come here to swim?

Very few. I wonder why? (CHUCKLES)

My problem is that I've only ever really swam

a maximum of about 10 lengths before

and what we're proposing to do must be a good bit more than that,

about 10 times more than that.

So I'm not sure I'd be able to make it all the way.

I think you might be right.

I reckon it's about half a kilometre or so.

Urgh, well I'm getting a bit tired now.

Oh, look, I can stand up!

Oh! (LAUGHS)

There's no need to panic at all.

I can literally walk to this island if I need to.

That's right, yeah.

You've invited me here for a swim but it's a bit more of a walk. We could walk the whole way.

I'm going to stroll over this way, if you don't mind.

Unfortunately, our reception committee onshore

is a swarm of vicious midges.

Oh, wade the last few feet to the shore.

Well, Calum, I'm afraid I'm not going to be able to make it,

I'm just a bit too peched, so, if you don't mind,

I think I'll just wait for a boat.

So, good luck, my friend.

OK, well, I'll leave you with the midges then, Paul.

Happy wild swimming.

There he goes. Good luck, Calum.

(BUZZING) These midges really are horrendous.

It's time to move on.

Fleeing the swarms of miniature blood-sucking beasties,

I leave Loch Ba, and follow the old road west, across the moor.

It was built by the great 18th century engineer Thomas Telford

and follows the route of an older military road

built to suppress the lawless and rebellious clans

who had made this wild stretch of country their home.

Nearing the high point on Telford's road,

I'm looking for a little-known monument

to a remarkable man.

Much of the western half of Rannoch Moor

has been owned for many years by the Fleming family.

Now, the most famous member of the family has to be Ian Fleming,

the author and creator of James Bond 007.

But what a lot of people don't know is that Ian had an older brother

who, at one time, was much the more famous of the two.

Long before Ian Fleming had put creative pen to paper,

Peter Fleming was already

a successful travel writer and novelist.

During the war, he worked for British intelligence

and drew on his experience to write a spy thriller.

The Sixth Column was described by critics

as the blueprint for his younger brother's Bond story,

Casino Royale.

Despite the similarities,

Peter encouraged Ian's literary endeavours

and even suggested the name 'Miss Moneypenny'.

He loved the outdoors and was an enthusiastic sportsman

with a passion for shooting.

But it was out here on the wilds of Rannoch Moor

that he suddenly and unexpectedly died of a heart attack.

And this cairn marks the exact spot where he fell -

a memorial to a remarkable life and an unsung literary hero.

Journeying into the heart of Rannoch Moor,

I encounter its biggest loch by far -

Loch Laidon.

A faint path follows the shoreline.

And after a 14-mile hike,

I come across an unexpected sight -

a railway station apparently in the middle of nowhere.

Rannoch station is one of the remotest in the country.

Despite this, trains from London stop here.

Hi! Paul.

To find out about the line that crosses Rannoch Moor,

I'm meeting up with railway historian and photographer Norman McNab.

Now, Norman, why build a railway line

through such a desolate expanse of moorland?

Well, there was a need to open up the West Highlands.

It was a particular desire

to get a connection from Glasgow to Fort William and then onward

from Fort William to the west coast sea,

to tap into the lucrative herring industry.

And you've got to remember that the road across Rannoch Moor

to the west by Corrie Ba

was a very, very...

It was nothing much more than a rough track,

as it was in the days of the stagecoach.

So getting to Fort William was very hard.

Over the course of eight years,

5,000 navvies toiled in horrendous conditions

to build the railway across the moor,

where deep peat banks forced the engineers to float the line

on rafts of brushwood and ash.

The first passenger services eventually began in 1894.

What's interesting to me, to celebrate the opening of the line,

this wonderful book here, Mountain, Moor And Loch,

was produced when this line was opened,

presumably to encourage a wealthier sort of visitor.

Yep, yeah, yes. Absolutely.

It's a beautifully illustrated book as well.

The poetry of it all was bound to enthuse people.

"From the window of a railway carriage,

"it is the reverse of wearisome."

As true today as it was when it was written.

And of course, you can tell the character of a person,

man or woman, by their attitude to crossing Rannoch Moor.

Now, they're either stimulated and excited by it,

and wondrously so,

or they find it a boring place.

How do you find it?

Well, I find it a very stimulating place.

Norman and wants to get a shot of the London sleeper train

crossing the famous Rannoch Viaduct,

so we set off over the heather to get into position.

It's a great view of the viaduct. Yep.

This is absolutely ideal, Paul.

All we want is the light.

What are you looking for

when you come to choose a location to take a photograph?

Well, I'm looking for composition which sets the train

within the landscape, so the train is just part of it.

Its primarily to give the impression of the scenery and the location.

Particularly to bring over this aspect of the wild openness.

And it's something unique to the West Highland Line

as it crosses over Rannoch moor.

It has real drama.

With the lighting and the clear visibility

it can be quite fantastic.

(TRAIN BLOWS HORN)

OK, after all the waiting, here comes the train. OK.

Check the lens cap is off and the power is on.

This is very exciting!

And this is the moment, Paul. This is what we've been waiting for.

Yeah. One, two... You getting this? Three.

That's brilliant. Yeah. Whoa!

Do you wave at trains, Norman? Yes, you do!

Hey!

They're waving back, look.

Yes, I'm not sure about that gesture though, Norman.

(LAUGHS)

Having got our shot of the train -

suitably invested with the drama of a desolate location -

I leave Norman and explore the loch-studded moor,

where I'm fascinated to see ancient tree roots

protruding from the dark peat.

All across the moor, you come across roots like this

sticking out of the peat.

These are the remains of a once-great forest

that covered this desolate expanse thousands of years ago.

Many of the roots are pine trees.

Early victims of climate change.

Just after the last ice age,

the climate is thought to have been warmer and drier than now,

encouraging the spread of forest cover.

But then things changed.

It got wetter and cooler, and moss thrived,

which developed into layers of peat.

This eventually suffocated the forests,

but preserved the remains of trees

which once grew here thousands of years ago.

My old railway guide, Mountain Moor And Loch,

mentions the curious sight of so many old tree roots

on an otherwise treeless moor

and goes on to explain that local folk

used to use this peat pine as candles.

They would dry it out, break it into little splinters

and then light the splinters which made excellent candles

to spin wool by.

Not that the local folk had much choice

in the matter of their illumination

because candles were far too expensive.

Reaching the road, I pick up a push bike and pedal west,

following the River Gaur as it makes its way down to Loch Rannoch,

which, in the days of the Jacobites, was an unruly place indeed.

This was a wild country without roads,

presided over by a warrior chief.

Alexander Struan Robertson is the only man

known to have taken part in all three Jacobite risings.

But Struan Robertson had gentler beginnings.

He was actually a divinity student at St Andrew's University

when he joined the first Jacobite rebellion in 1689,

In 1715, he was captured at the Battle of Sheriffmuir,

but then escaped to France.

And then in 1745, at the age of 75,

the old warrior marched off to join Bonnie Prince Charlie,

whose defeat at Culloden cost him dear.

The estates of Struan Robertson were forfeited,

and he lived out the rest of his days in a cottage

close to the great Black Wood of Rannoch.

Today, the Black Wood is one of the largest areas

of ancient Caledonian pine forest left in the country.

The Scots pine is the dominant tree species here.

In Latin it's known as Pinus sylvestris,

but you have to be very careful how you pronounce it

if you want to avoid offence.

And I'm being as careful as I can.

Pinus, or Pinus sylvestris as it's known,

has recently been voted as Scotland's national tree.

And here in the Black Wood of Rannoch

are many fine old specimens,

including this one which must have been a mere sapling

when Struan Robertson lived here.

Amazing to think of all that history it has seen.

Struan Robertson wouldn't recognise my next destination.

Nestling beneath the peak of Schiehallion is Kinloch Rannoch.

It's a quiet, respectable sort of place.

But when the old clan chief was alive,

this area was at the heart of a rebellious community.

When the Jacobites were finally defeated,

it became a refuge for desperate hungry men on the run.

Because the people were starving, the retuning warriors

had to resort to theft to keep their families alive,

and soon Rannoch acquired a reputation

for cattle rustling and lawlessness.

A captain of the army of the occupation wrote,

"The people of this country are the greatest thieves in Scotland

"and were all in the late rebellion."

But within a few years the village of Kinloch Rannoch was established.

Schools and churches were built

in an attempt to civilise the wild clans folk.

And it seems to have worked.

There's not a rebellious Jacobite to be seen!

Leaving Kinloch Rannoch, I take the old military road,

following the southern shores of Loch Tummel.

After its warlike history, it now seems the epitome of peace.

And what could be more peaceful than sailing?

Loch Tummel has become a favourite location

for lovers of water sports,

and dinghy sailing in particular.

Despite the gale that's blowing,

I throw caution to the wind

and join veteran sailor Jim

and his crew member Amanda, dodging other boats

as squalls race across the water.

So, are we going to jibe or are we going to go about?

Oh, no, we're going to go about in this weather. (LAUGHS)

Would you normally be coming out to the loch in this weather?

Not normally, no.

This is just for a bit of fun, really.

AMANDA: So, if you look upwind,

you can see dark patches are sitting on the water

and some of them have more ripples the others

and that's generally when your squalls are coming in,

when your boat will start to keel over quite quickly.

It could flatten you completely? Yes.

Which we don't want. No.

When did you start sailing?

About 1949. Good grief! Really? Yep.

Well, it's done you well, hasn't it? Yeah.

So, no disrespect, but you really are an old sea dog?

Well, I'd hardly say an old sea dog

but we're all wrinkly, anyhow!

You've spent a life time at the tiller.

As we tack backwards and forwards across the loch,

Jim tells me we're sailing over land

that was once farmed.

There are even the ruins

of an ancient Clan Menzies hunting lodge beneath our keel.

Everything was drowned in the 1950s when the loch was dammed.

Intrigued, I leave Jim's boat and cycle 11km

to Loch Tummel's famous Queen's View

to see for myself how the landscape has been altered

by this man-made flood.

Now this really is a grand view

and one worthy of royal appreciation,

but you can tell from this old photograph postcard

that was taken in the 1930s

just how much it has been altered by the rising water levels.

There's a whole area of land here that's been flooded.

And the tiny island in the background is, in the photograph,

nothing more than a wooded hill beside the River Tummel.

It's all drowned now

but still rather beautiful.

Just around the corner from Queen's View is the Clunie Dam.

Built in 1951, it holds back the weight of Loch Tummel

and water from a vast catchment area,

all part of a hugely ambitious hydro-electric scheme.

This archive film from the 1950s shows the dramatic scale

of the engineering works that were undertaken

to harness the power of water and turn it into electricity

for the Highlands and beyond.

An army of men toiled day and night, deep underground,

drilling and blasting their way through solid rock

to divert the flow of water into a network of dams.

This is the Clunie Memorial Arch.

It actually shares

the same dimensions as the tunnel

that was built to carry water

from the loch to the power station.

And it clearly shows the scale of the tunnel,

which, at the time,

was the largest of its type built in Britain.

And there are names inscribed here too, look,

to remind people

of the human cost of the project.

There are seven massive structures

that make up the huge hydro-electric scheme.

At the nearby Pitlochry dam I meet up with Gonna O'Donnell,

one of the famous Tunnel Tigers

who collectively dug over 400 miles of tunnels in Scotland.

The first job you went and got in a tunnel was a spanner man.

That's the man that held the drill for the driller

that was drilling the holes.

You held that drill,

but you couldn't wear gloves,

no-one had any earmuffs.

I was stone deaf, completely stone deaf.

The men on the tunnels, they were miners.

Some of them were platelayers.

That's the men that look after the railway line.

They were platelayers and then you had the powder monkey.

He was looking after the explosives.

Then you had the loco driver.

He was taking in and out what we called the muck.

That was the gravel and stones.

We called that muck.

It must have been very dangerous work.

Everything is dangerous when you don't know.

When I went in first, everybody looked after me

and anybody that came in after me, I looked after him,

and if I saw a stone hanging above you when you were drilling,

if I saw a stone,

maybe a tonne weight or a half-a-tonne weight

or 500 weight,

I would push you out of the road and point up.

I mean, it was a waste of time trying to talk, nobody could hear you.

Gonna lived on-site in a camp high on the mountainside,

surrounded by hundreds of other men.

Many had come from Ireland,

others from Eastern Europe,

having fled the cold war to work on the hydro scheme.

When you come back to Scotland and you see these amazing dams,

what does that make you feel?

Er, what do I say? It makes me feel about 18 feet tall. (LAUGHS)

It makes me very proud

that I was a small part of it,

a very small part of it, but I was there.

In the archive room at the Pitlochry dam,

I meet up with Brian Haslam.

Brian was a young engineering graduate

when he first worked on the dams.

I was excited. Um...

I don't know why but I had faith in my own ability.

The engineering side didn't bother me.

I felt quite confident, but I hadn't got a clue.

When I first went in a tunnel, I didn't know.

I could have been on the moon for all I knew.

It's a great collective effort. Oh, yeah.

When we look at some of these pictures here,

you can see men working together

on really complicated, difficult tasks.

Yeah.

Using huge pieces of machinery.

That was just making a machine there. Yeah.

Now, what's happening here? This is the Blondin.

It's a sort of aerial ropeway

that carried the concrete across the dam,

named after the guy who walked over Niagara Falls.

Ah, so you were flying concrete?

Yup, yeah.

From one side of the glen to the other.

Yeah, we were doing just that.

So, what have we got here? We've got this very precarious business. (LAUGHTER)

They look like they're about to disappear into the maw of hell!

This is just an example

of the health and safety rules at the time.

Which was zilch. Nonexistent really, yeah.

What do you think is your most abiding memory

of working on these tunnels?

Four years of...

..happiness.

Really? Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

I get quite nostalgic about this, and um...

I grew up when I came to the schemes.

I met the big, wide world.

I met wonderful people, was doing a wonderful job

in a wonderful place.

I know being inside a tunnel

doesn't sound like a wonderful place.

But the company was good?

Somebody once said to me it was like a family.

And you were, you looked after each other. That was it.

And that stuck with me.

Leaving the legacy of dams and tunnels,

which are still generating electricity

from the wild waters of Rannoch,

I head to my final destination -

the shapely peak of Schiehallion.

This mountain was once considered sacred by the early people

who lived in its shadow -

a magical place and the haunt of faery folk.

But in the 18th century, Schiehallion was tamed by science

in a brilliant experiment to determine the mass of the Earth.

To do this, you first needed to work out the mass of something smaller -

like a mountain.

In 1775, the astronomer royal Nevil Maskelyne

and the mathematician Charles Hutton chose Schiehallion

for their experiment

because of the mountain's regular, conical shape.

If you look at any OS map you can see quite clearly

from the contour lines

just how uniform the mountain is.

Now, they're placed at 10 metres apart, these lines.

Interestingly, Charles Hutton, the mathematician

actually invented contour lines

to help him with his calculations

to work out the volume of Schiehallion.

It's an amazing thought that the very first contour lines

in the world were drawn right here

and have been used by map makers and hill walkers ever since.

The contour lines enabled Maskelyn to calculate the volume,

and then the mass of Schiehallion.

And then, by scaling up,

he was able to work out the mass of the Earth.

It took 17 long weeks to complete the experiment,

partly because the weather that summer was dreadful.

Despite this though,

the experiment was considered to be a great success

and became close to the modern figure for the mass of the Earth -

5.9 x 10 to the power of 24kg.

However, because the experiment had taken so long to complete,

it bankrupted the Royal Society which had funded the project.

But, as they say, there's no gain without a wee bit of pain.

Onwards and upwards!

Although Schiehallion had been tamed by science,

its reputation for wildness continued.

The scientists threw a party on the mountain for the locals

who had helped them with the experiment.

It was quite a night!

The fiddler burnt his fiddle

and then burnt the bothy to the ground.

It's hard to be a rock and not to roll!

So here we are, the summit of Schiehallion -

the faery mountain of the ancient Caledonians.

And from here you can see my route

all the way from the wilds of Rannoch Moor,

making this the perfect place for me to end my grand tour.

Join me for my next grand tour

when I travel into the secret heart of Knoydart

and search for Jacobite gold.

Captions by Red Bee Media (c) SBS Australia 2019