Survived a war. Tumbled through history by accident and landed smack bang in the middle of another one. Forced to travel around the countryside with a bunch of Scottish rebels: at least half of whom suspect you of being a British spy, and all of whom probably smell like a hungover bush pig with body odour issues. Assaulted and hunted by a sadistic soldier who also happens to be the historical doppelgänger of your actually-quite-nice husband who may or may not exist somewhere