populated at all, by scary ass barbarians, descendants of the terrifying picts, tribes so ferocious, so extravagant in their violence and toughness that even the roman legions decided not to mess with them and instead built a wall hoping to just keep them out and away from civilized society. later, hunting estates like this were home to tenant farmers who scratched out a living growing oats and potatoes. owned by landed gentry, by various royals, the highland clans mackenzie, macdonell, and macleoud, to name a few, later by newer money, fabulously wealthy foreigners. today around half the land in scotland is owned by fewer than five hundred people. it s an anachronism dismaying to some, i grant you, but seductive as well. because who wouldn t do this if they could? enjoy this kind of rugged solitude from the comfort of a warm, inviting seventeenth century lodge.
dangerous land, populated, when populated at all, by scary ass barbarians, descendants of the terrifying picts, tribes so ferocious, so extravagant in their violence and toughness that even the roman legions decided not to mess with them and instead built a wall hoping to just keep them out and away from civilized society. later, hunting estates like this were home to tenant farmers who scratched out a living growing oats and potatoes. owned by landed gentry, by various royals, the highland clans mackenzie, macdonell, and macleoud, to name a few, later by newer money, fabulously wealthy foreigners. today around half the land in scotland is owned by fewer than five hundred people. it s an anachronism dismaying to some, i grant you, but seductive as well. because who wouldn t do this if they could?
populated at all, by scary ass barbarians, descendants of the terrifying picts, tribes so ferocious, so extravagant in their violence and toughness that even the roman legions decided not to mess with them and instead built a wall hoping to just keep them out and away from civilized society. later, hunting estates like this were home to tenant farmers who scratched out a living growing oats and potatoes. owned by landed gentry, by various royals, the highland clans mackenzie, macdonell, and macleoud, to name a few, later by newer money, fabulously wealthy foreigners. today around half the land in scotland is owned by fewer than five hundred people. it s an anachronism dismaying to some, i grant you, but seductive as well. because who wouldn t do this if they could? enjoy this kind of rugged solitude from the comfort of a
to be. and i made the decision that if i was going to eat meat again, that i had to be prepared to do the whole business. anthony: right, you ve got to be accountable. a.a.: for all of it. for all of it. so i started getting fish with the guts in and cutting them and then, and then you go and then, in the end, you, someone says, well come on, you know you want to eat it, come and kill it. and you go, well then, i have to do that as well. and when i started doing it, it was like coming home. and that s the thing with being on the hill. anthony: until the nineteenth century, the scottish highlands were seen by many as a mysterious, hostile, and dangerous land, populated, when populated at all, by scary ass barbarians, descendants of the
and dangerous land, populated when populated at all by scary ass barbarians, tribes so ferocious, so extravagant in their violence and toughness that even the roman legions decided not to mess with them, and instead built a wall, hoping to just keep them out and away from civilized society. later hunting estates like this were home to tenant formers who scrounged a living by growing potatoes. today around half the land in scotland is owned by fewer than 500 people. it s an anachronism. it s seductive as well. who wouldn t do this, if they could?