By the Shores of Loch Broom Part 2: The Family Burial Ground

We’d trekked up to Scotland to see what it was that lured Montague, his father and brothers to this remote part of the British Isles for nearly fifty years.

Alas, the building they called home was long gone, seemingly replaced with a more modern version which lacked the status and power the original building had.

A bridge on the estate. Reminiscent of something else the same engineer designed...
A bridge on the estate. Reminiscent of something else the same engineer designed…

I was disappointed, but consider the environment we were in. Stood on top of a hill overlooking a luscious green valley; we were probably the only people for miles around. What an escape from London this was. Its beauty unchanged from its destination as a bolt hole from Kensington all those years ago. Once we’d taken in the views, a realisation came to us. Our orienteering through the bracken and forest had created tiny problems. Thousands of them.

A word of warning to fellow explorers – the forests of the Highlands are infested with ticks. Not the Lyme disease carrying variety fortunately enough for us, but a tick is a tick and as we got back into the car after surveying the huge trees that Sir John himself planted when he set out his estate – we realised we were covered in the blood sucking little bastards.

It must have been quite the sight to see two grown men strip down to their pants and scream in abject horror at a nearby layby. Oh the disconnect of modern life to rural living – this must have been a daily occurrence to our historical heroes!

Regaining our composure, we decided to consult the local archives and see what else we could find. We found out an awful lot – including the fate of the house we’d travelled so far to see. The imposing house had succumbed to dry rot by the 1960’s and had met its end with a wrecking ball not long afterwards. The estate, as a hunting ground, boasted some of the finest Stags in Scotland so it’s no wonder the likes of painters and politicians were frequent visitors.

Via AM Baile, 2017. 

We also found out Monty had tried to sell it in the 1920’s after we found the sale catalogue, including tantalising information such as Brunel’s study, originally installed at his office in Duke Street, Westminster, which Sir John had installed in Braemore as a probable tribute to his friend and colleague.

But one thing we also wanted to investigate was on our minds. Ever since I’d written about it in a post during our World War One Month, Ben and I had wanted to see if we could find the ‘private family burial ground’ that lay somewhere in the Braemore Estate.

After much aimless driving, we found it. Hiding away off the main road to Ullapool.


The gates were ajar and it acted as an invitation for us to enter and explore. Thick bracken and grasses had long since taken over any careful or thoughtful planting that may have originally been maintained when those gates first swung open and its jungle-like flora made it resemble something from Jurassic Park rather than a cemetery. A knee high headstone to someone by the name of Alice Mitford was the first grave we came across and then a celtic cross to a lady named Marjorie; followed by another cross to Alice, and then, at the top of the clearance, a massive cross to Captain John Fowler.

The memorial to Captain John’s younger brother Alan, whose body was never found.


Subsequent research shows that this was little boneyard used by the wife, children and descendants of Monty’s eldest brother, John Arthur, who by rights should have been buried here too but instead prematurely died in The Corinthian Hotel by Charing Cross Station in 1899 – only months after they’d buried the patriarch of the family. He’s in Brompton cemetery, with the rest of the Fowler boys.

The following day we drove to the fantastic Ullapool museum; set in an old church designed by Thomas Telford. There was a wealth of information on the Fowler family, including the sale catalogue of Braemore and the revelation that Monty tried to sell it in the 1920’s. A City vicar maintaining an estate as big as this must have kept him awake at night.

Lady Alice Fowler’s ashes lie beneath the cross
Image originally found at Am Baile
Image originally found at Am Baile
...she decided to ignore his instructions. Heartbreaking.
The grave today. We did try to get a photo from the same location to compare with the above photo, but it’s so overgrown with foliage it wasn’t possible.

Further research showed that Monty’s nieces and sister in law visited the same photographic studio as Lady Malcolm of Poltalloch – it’s nice to put a face to the memorials that commemorates them.

© Victorian and Albert Museum, London
Marjorie, Lady Alice Fowler and Mabel © Victorian and Albert Museum, London

We popped into a bookshop afterwards and began chatting with the bookseller behind the till, making full use of how much friendlier people in shops are compared to back home in dear old London. After sharing our exploits with the cashier, we were shown a biography about Sir John which was written in 1900. It was missing a page though, and an insert from another, complete copy wa sinserted into the book.

“We get the odd Fowler fans in here from time to time – this page is from a copy held by Sir John’s great-great granddaughter – she runs this place. Do you want to speak to her?”

We glanced at each other. HELL YES.

To be continued…

11 responses to “By the Shores of Loch Broom Part 2: The Family Burial Ground”

  1. interesting..did a lot of research on the fowler family several years ago when participating in an archaeological dig on th brae more estate. At that time I was searching for any journals or diaries belonging to lady Alice but didn’t find anything useful. Ishall take up the idea of the bookshop contact when I’m next on one of my frequent visits to Ullapool. Best wishes. Di C

  2. Down on the main road at what was once the stables and is now an upmarket B and B. And beside the river below the gorge. Substantial prehistoric settlement site with round house structures etc etc etc. if you want to know more send me a regular email. I am still interested in this family but did not follow the montage connection because it was th earlier fowler family and their establishment of their estate which interested me.
    Di C

      • I have been following this family for a forthcoming book about Worcester. I think the origins of Montague’s second wife are just as interesting, and the contrast between his first and second marriages fascinating. Their eldest daughter, Vivie, outlived two husbands, but I have failed to identify their second daughter “Miss B Fowler” Have you? Like you, the midges found me! Pity Fowler’s Memorial Clock is a bit neglected.

  3. Great posts! Just a word of warning the ticks do carry Lyme disease in this area of Scotland, in fact you should assume that all ticks do and act accordingly.

  4. Loved reading the research re Sir John Fowler. I was in the area earlier in the year and his name popped up when I visited nearby Corrieshallock Gorge.Sir John Fowler was highlighted as having built the first bridge across the gorge – not a surprising activity for such for such a notable engineer.
    Also, one of the walks beside the gorge is referred to as Lady Fowler’s Fern Walk and was part of the original designed landscape associated Braemore.

      • Was ln Ullapool earlier this month and was pleased to see that Fowler’s Clock had had TLC and was again in good order. Managed to avoid the ticks, but not the midges! I think it was the prospect of shooting deer that took John Fowler to this remote area, but I’m not so certain about other memebers of the family and staff. It must have been a major journey in the 1800s.

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