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. If you've read my first book Windigo, then you'll know that I am the Uncle of Archie, who features in much of my writing. We both live on the Strathnuin estate which is just a stone's throw from Loch Ness. Now my brother Magnus (Archie's father) is missing, presumed dead, Archie and I look after the Estate. Archie's further adventures will be published soon - look out for 'The Monster Factory' any time now.
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