Jacobite Country is an alternative Highlands - still the same beautiful scenery, but the locals tend to live in council houses, drive their clapped out cars very fast and drink in bars with Confederate flags on the wall. In that respect it's quite like the real Highlands. Uncle Angus invaded England many times, always by sea and always around the time his disability benefit was up for assessment. Angus would steal the boat. Dad would call the cops. Neighbours would line the pier. And Gogs would take secret pride in the knowledge that although everybody had a mad old uncle he was the only one with an uncle mad enough to invade England. Gogs remembers Uncle Angus sitting out back in his deckchair - long grey hair, John Lennon sunspecs, 300 year old fashion sense. He looked like John Milton in his latter days. Now he's wheelchair-bound and stuck in 'that place' - Craigdunain Mental Hospital. That name puts the fear up many of Jacobite Country's freethinkers, outdoor drinking fraternity and assorted loonballs. Most people in that vast area in fact worry that they will someday, in the manner of a Kafka novel, 'wake up in Craigdunain' just as their parents predicted. If Johnny Cash had lived in Jacobite Country, he'd record a live album there. It's that scary. Gogs's pal Craterface quite likes it and it's on his insistence that the boys go to visit Angus. What unfolds is a mystery wrapped up in a chimera, a tale of anarchy and greed where the dispossessed can seem possessed, where Gogs dreams of Wendy and Granny protects the treasure with her psychopathic Shetland pony. Jacobite Country debunks a raft of Highland clich