Let’s hope the Strathnuin spirits are a little less restless tonight. Last night was one long hullaballoo! Knocking, banging, creaking, tapping, sighing, moaning….everything but the rattling of chains! I wouldn’t like to say who is responsible, but I reckon Great Aunt Maud might be involved. She was never very happy here, always accused the Highland weather of giving her chilblains and arthritis. She’s probably just getting her own back.