The area around the Rhanich has been home to people for a very long time. A Pictish stone with the carving of a fish can be found in a field in Edderton, the local village and another stone stands by an old church next to some of the Rhanich's shore-side fields. Ancient chambered cairns, hut circles and brochs are dotted around the area. All are testimony that ancient man found this an ideal place to live : the sea for food and transport at his doorstep and the hill for shelter and for grazing his animals behind him.
Reputedly, "Rhanich" means "place of weeping". Since before the early middle ages, the North East of Scotland had been under permanent threat from Viking marauders who would sail across from Norway or up from their English colonies (e.g. York) and pillage the small communities that were settled by the sea shore. Edderton, the village below the farm, seems to have been raided regularly. When this happened, the villagers would flee into the hills, perhaps following the "Black Burn" until they were safely hidden behind several bends in a deep ravine formed by the burn. There they would wait until the Vikings had departed and while they waited they would no doubt weep for the loss (yet again) of their harvest and their livestock - if not indeed for the loss of anyone who might have been left behind in the panic.
The land that is now the farm at one time held about 4 buildings and there are ruins of houses and animal enclosures that can still be seen.
At the Eastern end of the farm lies a hillock called in Gaelic "Cnoc nan Gaimhnean" which has an old cairn (pile of rocks) on its side. "Cnoc" is the word for a rounded hill and "Gaimhnean" means young male calve or stirk. In the past, cattle from the North of Scotland used to be "driven" to markets in the South by walking them along established routes over land for many days or even weeks. One of these "drove routes" went over Cnoc nan Gaimhean and the cairn may well be a way-marker for the drovers. The hill was an established place to rest the cattle over night. And because sleeping in the heather is very romantic but not very comfortable, an entrepreneurial spirit very soon built an ale house near the hillock where the drovers could get a pint and a soft bed if they could afford it. The "Aultnamain Inn" was still run as a pub until the 1990's when it was converted to a private house.