Kingston on Spey suffered considerable damage in 1829, in a great flood which was given the name of the "Muckle Spate". Called to mind, obliquely, is the ballad-celebrated, probably apocryphal exploit -- a couple or so centuries earlier, at the opposite corner of Scotland / in the adjacent bit of England -- stirringly versified in Kinmont Willie. Involving dodgy doings in and around Carlisle -- turbulent Scots "free spirits" versus law-bending English authority -- there is supposedly a truce in force between the two countries, so the business has to be carried on mostly by guile, rather than by slaughtering everything that moves (worse luck). Per a verse of the ballad: So we held on for Carlisle town / And at Staneshaw-bank the Eden we crossed; The watter was great and muckle of spate / But the never a horse or man we lost.