Conal MacNaughton's SCA Resume
Conal MacNaughton's History
My name is Conal MacNachtan.  I was born on March 28th, 
1541.  I grew up at our families estates by Fraoch Eilean 
on the shores of Loch Awe.  The Hall house was built in 
the 13th century and was granted to our ancestor, 
Gillechrist MacNachtan by King Alexander III in 1267 and 
has been the principal seat of the chiefs of Macnaughton 
for over three centuries.  Our clan owns all the country 
between Loch Fyne and Loch Awe, including Glenira, Glen 
Shira and Glen Fyne."  We also have holdings in Dhu Loch 
in Glen Shira, Macnaughton Castle in Lewis, and Dunnaghton 
Castle in Strathspey. 
In exchange for the grant of our lands, our family is 
responsible to provide garrison for the Queen’s army, and 
to defend the lands given unto our care.  We have sworn to 
provide safety and defense for the peasants that lived 
under our keeping – But we are Scots.  Those that the 
Crown calls peasants are our clansmen, and we defend them 
as our duty, not of an obligation.  In return, they work 
the land as their own, and provide to us the goods we need 
that we may continue to provide them the protection they 

We Scots, the poor and wealthy alike, live off the land.  
Scotland is self-sufficient, able to feed its population 
without resorting to imports, at least during good 
harvests.  Most of our clansmen, even those in the 
villages and towns, keep small bits of land, and keep 
chickens, pigs, and perhaps a cow.  Vegetables are 
plentiful, particularly beans, peas, carrots, and onions.  
Fruits are abundant too – our orchards have apples, plums, 
pears, strawberries, and cherries.  Those with animal 
slaughter them in November.  The meat is smoked, dried, or 
salted so it can be kept for meals in the cold months.  

As you can see, our diet is most interesting and varied in 
the warmer months but cold weather can mean preserved meat 
and little else unless careful planning is done.  

I recall too well the famines of Mary’s reign when smoked 
bacon and salted beef were all many had to live on through 
the winter.  Everyone –  rich and poor alike – suffered 
from malnutrition and the scurvy.   I have sworn that we 
will not live on carter’s bread and bacon for days on end 
ever again, and am proud to say that we’ve kept our folk 
in yeoman’s bread through the years, and over the past few 
years, we’ve had marchet bread made of white wheat flour.

My early education was at home, learning English and 
mathematics under our tutor.  When I was seven my father 
took the family to Edinburgh, where I was enrolled in one 
of the new public grammar schools.  After I left sixth 
form, my father sent me to Saint Andrews College to be 
educated, for as my father told me, “Latin is the language 
of international affairs, and men of affairs are expected 
to be able to communicate in it.”  While at Saint Andrews, 
I met a man by the name of John Napier, who taught me the 
diverse mathematics which has aided the prosperity of our 
shipping affairs.

After I graduated, I traveled to the Far East several 
times with my father, learning the secrets of dealing in 
silks and exotic spices.  It was there that I learn some 
skills as a chirurgeon, the Doctor aboard our ship having 
thought me a good pupil.  While in the Far East, I saw 
many strange and wonderful things, and learned some of the 
strange fighting skills of those people, who seem to have 
made the fighting arts into a religion all its own!

Now, having returned to Scotland, and taken up the role of 
a proper Highland gentleman, I still yearn for those days 
of my youth, and the call of the open sea.  But In 1571 my 
father passed the management of the clans lands on to my 
care, and now keeps to home, caring for the tenants of our 
lands.  I for my part have had to establish a townhouse in 
London, in order to be more accessible to the dealings the 
court, and to meet with to the chandlers and merchants 
seeking to trade with us in the East Indies.  Travel 
between London and home is arduous, but necessary.  In 
truth, I keep only a small staff on hand in London, for my 
life is bound my Clan, and I am loath to take my clansman 
away from their home.

While traveling to arrange the purchase of several 
merchant vessels for our interests in the East Indies 
Trading Company I met with The Niel of Bara, who outfitted 
us with several of his finest ships, and along with them 
his daughter Dairine as my wife!  I was so taken with her 
upon meeting her that I delayed our negotiations for the 
pleasure of her company!  Fortunately for me the Niel is a 
good man, and did not take advantage of my distraction.  
In deed, now that he is my father in law, the association 
of our families has proven beneficial for all for the 
Niel’s are the finest shipwrights in all of Scotland.

The duties of clan and lands take me throughout Scotland, 
England and France, and bring me into the courts and into 
the homes of many of the noble families.  My journeys have 
some degree of risk, in that the supporters of Mary and 
the supporters of James continue to struggle one against 
the other, each masking their political agenda’s under the 
guise of religion.  Thus I must always be wary, taking no 
position, lest I be accused by one side or the other!