The Doctor stuck his head out of the TARDIS. "What are you talking about, Jamie? World War II? In Scotland? I don't think so, here let me just check..."
He vanished back inside as another explosion rocked the ground. It can't have been more than half a mile away.
He popped his head back out and looked towards the smoke plumes. "Dear, dear. It does look like the setting on the annuchronometer is a bit loose, I've tightened it up now. You were partly right, that over there is a war, yes. But it's the Napoleonic war, and this isn't Scotland...quite. Still, fairly close, a good effort, don't you think? Shall we go see what those Frenchmen are up to? They had tremendously good cuisine, even on the battlefield you know."