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 them right.
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.
It’s perfectly true too…I have some stills from the security cameras somewhere and will dig them out.
It happened a few years ago now at a small but busy hospital in the Highlands of Scotland. In the wee small hours the door alarm was triggered but when staff went to let in whoever it was who needed help there was no one there.
Later, when the CTCV camera was checked a pair of otters could clearly be seen at the glass door, standing on their hind legs, obviously trying to get in. They made off when the alarm sounded. A cute little story but even stranger was to come. The next morning the cleaners spotted a mess on the glass. On closer inspection it turned out to be bloody otter paw prints.
Had this pair of animals come to the hospital looking for help? Who can tell?
I have just learnt that there is to be a huge new wind farm just down the road in the Monadliath Mountains. This is a shocking and unwelcome development. I am unconvinced of their effectiveness and they despoil pristine hill country. I am convinced, however, that there is someone in someone else’s pocket. Now, I am all for eco-friendly power, indeed, Strathnuin has had hydro since my ancestors installed it in the late 1800s but wind turbines are not the way forward.
We need to be installing more micro hydro, more solar and more pumped storage hydro to make use of day time solar excess. Every new house built now should have solar. We should be spending more time and money investigating wave and tidal power and the potential of seawater osmotic power. In twenty years time we will be wringing our hands and sobbing that we have covered all the wild places with useless wind turbines.
There, sorry, rant over.
I suppose it’s about time I gave you an update about what’s going on in Archie’s World. Well, he’s currently revising madly for his school exams, GCSE’s next year and then on to 6th form. He’s already planning his post 6th form trip. He’s aiming to go to the Himalayas with some pals, not sure why yet but I don’t think it’ll be an Everest attempt. I’m currently writing up his experiences from last autumn with his friend Ben…look out for a new book called The Monster Factory soon!
What about Seq you ask? Well, she’s out in British Columbia with her mother’s family and having some very interesting experiences there. She emails me regularly with updates. You never know, one day I may write them up.
I hate to be a name dropper but the other day Ray Mears told me something very interesting. Something I had not heard before. He told me that in the Algonquin world of the North East of America the word Windigo is taboo, it simply must not be uttered. As to why, well, I’m not even going to say here.
Don’t forget, you can now order a proper printed version of Windigo from Amazon: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Windigo-ebook/dp/B00D3RCBKE/ref%3Dsr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1370377895&sr=1-2&keywords=windigo
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