“Before the drummers had finished their call the men of the battalions were up, painting the white field of canvas with black beaver hats and scarlet coats, facings of blue and yellow, of buff, primrose and green. Grey smoke rolled where the butchers were burning their garbage. The unhoused colors of each regiment, suddenly broken by their ensigns, spilled out in falls of silk and gold. Sky and mountains were blue-black across the Firth and down the Great Glen, and but for the white pencil of the snowline it would have been hard to tell where one began and the other ended.”
John Prebble, Culloden