Proper Charlie’s invasion force

I’ve just been reading Sir Walter Scott’s account of the campaign of Graham of Montrose at the beginning of the Civil War. It’s accurate and readable but, like so many military and naval war accounts is bare. It tells of how the Highlanders and their Irish friends under their left handed leader tried to invade England and what King Charles did but nothing of what the men felt. They’d left their homes in the North West Highlands and, avoiding Argyll, which was enemy territory, may have felt watchful but comfortable as they drew close to Stirling and Edinburgh but the then had to pass through the relatively flat central belt with it’s anti Stuart feelings and then into the strange moors of the Southern Uplands, where an ambush could be arranged. It must have been like the old films of the wagon train going across Apache country. Then, with a long stretch of hostile territory, including Argyll, and a gathering hostile Lowland army between them and their homes, an aristocrat, who treated them like dumb animals, wanted them to invade England!
I can almost hear them saying, ‘I’ve got all the booty I can carry Sean, I’m awa’ hame.’
‘Ye canna leave the mannie to go by himsel’.’
‘Och, His Majesty will no’ miss you and me. Besides, our laird had an English cook once and she couldna make decent haggis for the life o’ her. We’ll never get a decent meal no, nor decent dram, down here.’
The picture is Southern Upland, far from the Highlands.