The Strangeness Begins Again

It’s been a while since anything odd happened. Strange, as it was such a part of every day life. Anyway, seems we are back in business.
Yesterday, in the long northern evening I took the Labs for a trundle along the loch shore. It was the usual game of fetch the sticks from the water, shake off and start again. The dogs were having a fine old time and I was enjoying the last rays of an all-too-rare sun so I settled myself on a handy log to take in the scenery. Even though I’ve seen this view a thousand times, it never fails to set light to something in my soul. I could see the sun lowering in the west, gilding the hilltops and making the water of the loch start to darken to inky blackness when against the far shore a small commotion arose. A brief churning of water, white foam and then nothing. I put my binoculars to my eyes and looked across at the scene of the kerfuffle. Nothing to be seen beyond a few ripples settling out.
I panned across the shore line, looking for an otter or perhaps a stag which had fancied a dip, although in my mind I knew that neither of these things fitted with what I had seen. Mango came up to me and put an insistent paw on my knee, demanding my participation and for a few minutes I was absorbed again in the canine games. Then as I straightened from picking up a stick I saw it again, this time half way across the loch. There was a flash of silver and I quickly focussed on the area with the binoculars. The flash again, this time I could clearly see a leaping salmon – followed by a snaky head, glistening grey-green, a long neck and the hint that there was a cow-sized body under the water pushing towards the surface.
The head followed the salmon down and the water bulge subsided leaving nothing beyond a few spreading wavelets.
I stood for a few minutes, totally clear about what I had just witnessed. My family has lived here for hundreds of years, not a single one of my ancestors has ever seen anything on this famous loch, not a single one of their keepers, stalkers, ghillies, shepherds or factors had ever seen anything. But yesterday I saw it. I am in no doubt. I join the believers.

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Hello Again

It’s been a while, dealing with life’s ups and downs really seems to absorb ones time. Anyway, here we go again, writing, blogging and Tweeting. The Monster Factory and The Owl Memory are coming along again at last. Here I am on the blog and Twitter will see some updates.

There is so much to tell about Archie and Magnus, some years have passed, there has been sadness and joy in those years. I promise to catch up with documenting the adventures over the next year or two.

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Well…

…this is all a tad silly. I’ve got a blog sitting here and doing absolutely nothing. I suppose my excuse is that I am so incredibly busy these days since my enforced change of life (thank you Magnus) that I barely have time to breathe, let alone blog. This must change!

Please watch this space for new about The Owl Memory and The Monster Factory. It’s difficult writing two books at once but as they are so intertwined I can’t really do one without the other. Archie, you really must hold fire on these adventures for a while, that goes for you too Ben!

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Limited Time Offer…

You can now download Windigo for just 99c (77p!) from Amazon over the festive period! http://www.amazon.co.uk/Windigo-ebook/dp/B00D3RCBKE/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1370377895&sr=1-2&keywords=windigo

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The Need for Quiet

I’ve been watching a number of these ‘finding a monster’ programmes recently and I have to say that I’m completely mystified. What they are doing essentially is hunting and one of the most important requisites for hunting anything, whether you intend to kill it or record it, is stealth. You need to be quiet, you need to take scent and wind direction into account, you need to be still or move only slowly, you should not be shining lights and, above all, you should not have a camera crew faffing around.

If any of these programmes does come across anything it will almost certainly be by accident…but if they want to learn some real skills, come to the Highlands of Scotland and spend a week with an old stalker, he’ll put┬áthem right.

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Hmmm, that was odd.

I have just spent the afternoon at a lovely old house organising the gorgeous collection of books they have. It’s a holiday home so I was on my own and time was not pressing. I had tea and a rather nice lemon drizzle cake to sustain me.

The clock on the mantle ticked softly as I studied the wonderful old works by Peter Scott and the like. I barely registered the door opening and closing until a moment later a chill breeze swept over me. I looked up to see, well, nothing, nothing at all.

I put it down to the lousy weather we had today and bent back to the books. A few minutes later I looked up to take my tea cup. Across the table from me, appearing to sit in one of the chairs was a patch of greyness, indistinct but identifiably of a human shape. As I watched the greyness shimmered and dissolved. I sat, rooted to my chair, for fully five minutes trying to make sense of the encounter. Now, back at the Dower House, comfortable in my own study, I still can think of no rational answer.

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One of the few…

I’ve been wondering whether to release this or not. One of the few photographs from Archie’s camera which survived. Just an indistinct lump over to the left. Make up your own mind…or read Windigo.

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