After we kidnapped Malky from his local, he took us to his home. New by Scottish standards, it’s just 9 years old. He moved to the loch after he retired, to be close to his daughter, and enjoy retired life. But Malky certainly wasn’t sitting back staring at the view. He’d built his house himself, as well as an aviary for his birds.
When he wasn’t building something, he was a regular at the Whitebridge pub. Incredibly kind and funny, Malky told us how he loved animals and race cars. And how all of this Nessie
a true Scot
business was, and we quote, “Crrrraaaaaaap!”
The Scotsman was adamant nothing could have gotten in or out of the 10,000-year- old loch. And he was fi rm in his resolve. He was our fi rst ‘offi cial’ non-believer.
After a grand chat, and an enlightening debate, there was still no stopping the rain. So we bid Malky farewell and would come back to take his photograph and enjoy more of his whisky on a dryer day.
Michele, now a Scottish Formula 1 driver, made it
back to Fiddler’s for last call with literally not a minute to spare. And thanks to her speedy skills, we bumped into Willie Cameron, son of the late Ian Cameron. Ian holds the record for the longest Nessie sighting in 1965. And much to our delight, Willie was going to tell us all about it tomorrow at the Clansmen Hotel.
Holy ‘crrrraaaaaaap.’ Our fi rst real piece of evidence. It was like monster research Christmas.