The start of the walk along the old drove road in Strath Rory is not the most inspiring track, being a standard gravel-surfaced forestry track – and a wide track at that! But don’t let that put you off exploring this short drove road in Easter Ross. The strath and track are relatively unknown, even locally, and relatively unused.
Droving, the overland movement of livestock on foot, developed in Scotland during the 17th century as demand grew in the lowlands for Scottish cattle and mutton.
The main drove way from Sutherland and Caithness crossed the Dornoch Firth and continued south over the Struie towards the first of the large trysts (markets) at Muir of Ord and further south to Crieff and Falkirk, As droving developed, smaller local markets were established and the Strathrory – Scotsburn drove road gave a link from the Struie to Easter Ross and to the trysts at Milton and Kildary. It may also have been used by drovers avoiding the high tolls on the Struie road.
The first couple of miles are now within the confines of the vast Forestry Commission Morangie Foest, hence the wide, rather boring track. At this stage I was beginning to wish I’d brought my bike instead of opting to walk this route, but as I was to find out, the ‘track’ deteriorates very quickly and soon become a muddy, gloopy path.
Even here in the FC forest it is in not all mono-culture ranks of spruce and fir; there are gaps where moss and ground layer plants are flourishing and remains of former habitation is visible.
Once I left the confines of the forest the views opened up and the track was replaced by an increasingly wet path.
I soon came across the cause of the churned up path in this herd of cattle who were free to roam about on either side of the burn at will.
These docile cattle more or less ignored me, but the Highland cattle being taken to market along this route would have required a lot of work by the drovers. Drovers often covered 10-12 miles each day and to get their livestock to market in good condition they needed to know where to find good grazing and resting stances.
The drovers themselves survived the journey on oatmeal, bannock and whiskey. They often slept outside in the heather wrapped in their Feileadh Mor (the great kilt). This garment is essentially just a length of double-width tartan – about 6 or 7 yards long and which they used as a groundsheet and sleeping bag at night. If they were lucky they may occasionally be invited into a remote croft house or animal shelter.
The old croft at Coag, near Scotsburn may have been one welcoming shelter. It is now available as an open bothy, but I don’t know if it is used much as the windows have no glass.
As I approached Scotsburn I imagined the relief the drovers must have felt to see the change in landscape. Here is gentle, rich arable land in place of the harsh, heather-clad hills. They would be thinking of the haggling they would do at the tryst to get the best deal for their beasts, planning what goods they would buy to take home and looking forward to the quicker return walk home without the responsibility of looking after a herd of beasts.
I, however, did not return the way I’d come. Having completed the drove road, I followed more forest tracks to Aldie, near Tain, where I met Neil who had been attending a classic car rally in the town.
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