Boleskine Graveyard near Boleskine House, Loch Ness

Trees standing in the morning, rustling in the breeze
Wet moss covering the gravestones
Like body armour, protecting them
People mourning as one of their friends is buried
Screaming as shining musket balls ricochet past them
Dogs howling
Now the graveyard is still

One cold frosty morning there was a funeral in Boleskine graveyard. Everyone was weeping and mourning.

A very cheeky boy stole some bread from a supply wagon which was passing by the graveyard on its way to the Redcoat soldiers in Fort Augustus. The boy threw the bread to some dogs who tore it to shreds.

Then the Redcoats shot their muskets in the air. Everyone screamed and ran round in circles. No one was killed but three bullets hit the grave of Donald Fraser.

The Redcoats arrested the boy but he was freed the next day.
From that day on the grave bears the marks to remind us.