Scotland. Home of Braveheart. The Bay City Rollers. Bagpipes. Deep-fried Mars bars. Irvine Welsh. Supremely masculine skirts. Haggis. Single malts. Groundskeeper Willie.
The Loch Ness Monster. The validity of this particular cryptid is all but written off. The fodder of crack
pots and the semi affl icted. Minus a few souvenir shops, and the odd discredited photo, there’s not much hope.
But what if it is real? Will it still be there? Was it ever there? What the hell is it anyway? And just who are the modern day purveyors of such nonsense? Are they sane? Are they
mad? Do they still exist? Or are they as hard to fi nd as Nessie herself? Sure, others have tried. Gaggles of others. Hoards, if you will. But we haven’t… yet. Let’s go to Scotland and get that one, indisputable piece of evidence that will make us legends. Or village idiots. Whichever.
To make things interesting, just a week before we were set to
make our way to Scotland, we heard reports of a Nessie sighting (the fi rst in a very long time) near Inverness. It was the perfect place to begin our 10-day search. AND SO WE DID.