Bruce Ogilvie contracted for the Wellwise Group as a Slickline Supervisor for several years from August 2008. His nephew Mark Ogilvie recommended him to us. Before Bruce joined us he previously worked for Otis in Oman and has 22 years experience in the oilfield industry. He has worked in Angola, Tunisia, Morocco, Tanzania and Nigeria, in the future he would like to work in South America or the Far East. Some highlights of working abroad have been having elephants visit the staff house in the evening in Gabon, and watching Blue Whales off Angola.
Bruce lives in Scotland near Montrose, Angus. In his spare time he likes to visit historical sites around Scotland, visiting schools and telling the kids of their history. He also likes to paint 25mm lead soldiers – one day he hopes to make a model of a Jacobite battlefield. At the moment he has two armies numbering around 250 figures in each of the Jacobite and Hanovarian armies. Bruce also likes to don his kilt and promote Scottish History amongst his kinsmen with an historical group called the Jacobite Peevers! In his own words he explains..........
“For many years I have been part of a historical group that portrays the Jacobite era of the 1700s. We dress as the jacobite soldiers did back in the day and we visit Jacobite memorial sites on the anniversary of the event, we also go round schools giving the kids an insight on how it was in these days.
One year in the 1990s our group decided to do something for charity. We chose the battlefield at Culloden just outside Inverness for our event. As the memorial service to the battle landed on the date of the battle of Culloden 16th April we decided to sleep out on the moor the night before as the Jacobite army did on their failed night march to Nairn on the 15th April 1746. As with them we had no blankets nor sleeping attire but what we stood in, our plaids. We met on the evening of the 15th April at the Keppoch Inn which is actually situated on the battlefield itself. We made our preparations for our sleep out by filling our bellies with as much ale and whisky as possible as it was going to be a long and cold night ahead. After the bar closed we made our way out onto the field and picked our spot around the Jacobite lines to the west of the field. I took off my plaid and laid it out on the heather then lay down and wrapped myself in it. The ground was soft as we lay in deep heather which protected us from the April snow showers that passed overhead during the night. I remember wakening around 6am, there was a low mist surrounding the battlefield. Once I woke the rest of the lads woke one at a time standing up and taking in the atmosphere. It was a strange feeling, the hairs stood up on the back of my neck at the thought of all those years ago the Jacobite army were wakening as we were on the very spot on that very day in 1746.members of my clan and family being amongst their numbers. We got dresses back into our plaids and belted on our swords then made our way off the field.
A few years later on one of my annual visits to the memorial I heard a story of the ghosts of Culloden. A local woman was out walking her dog on the field at Culloden in the early hours of the 16th of April when her dog stopped dead in its tracks and started to snarl. She could not see for the mist but once it started to lift with the breeze she had the fright of her life. Before her across the field she saw a group of Jacobite soldiers advancing across the field some with swords and targes in hand. They just disappeared into the mist. What she did not know and we did not tell her that we in fact disappeared into the visitors centre to have a well deserved bacon roll.
I collected more than £600 for the Anthony Nolan Trust thanks to the generous donations from the guys working on the Stenna Dee which at the time was working off West of Shetland”.
The photo is of the group that took part in the sleep out. The cheque is being presented to Bruce by the welfare committee rep from the Stenna Dee.
Nice legs Bruce!
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