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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About edwardchunter

Hello, my name is Edward Hunter. I sit at home in the Dower House on the Strathnuin Estate and scribble about the adventures of my nephew Archie and his father Magnus, my older brother. Thanks to my gammy leg I don’t get to participate in this exciting world so I must content myself with writing about it. You can find my first book Windigo on Amazon
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