After spending Easter Sunday Dinner with my Grandparents I’ve come up with a new idea for a Bucket list item.
Arrived to start chatting about the latest family developments. Since I brought Oscar I took him for a walk along the creek to recheck his stomping grounds. Returned to a cup of tea which lead into fixing a computer and installing some software. Bit of heavily lifting later and concluded with dinner made for a welcome rest. Following dinner, sitting in the lounge chatting, listening to their stories and checking BBC News we flicked over to watch Loch Ness (1996).
As a boy I toured Scotland camping and caravaning seeing bits and pieces with the family but never seen or stayed near enough to see Loch Ness. During the film when a familiar scene showed we’d diverge onto anecdotes regarding their visits including mentions about their dog Tinker.
With a little after thought I’ve decided I want to stay at one of the (probably ridiculously overpriced) Bed & Breakfasts in the area (ideally the Moffat Arms). This is a typical reaction to seeing the movie I’d reason but a followup thought to this, unique to me and this visit are the stories I’ve heard during.
In addition to this visit I’d like ask the locals about their stories, not really to hear the vastly over exaggerated tourist tales but to see the expression on the faces of the people telling the story. I’m hoping that eventually someone will tell earnest stories with wonder of the magic and mystery of the loch.
Sure we live in the Age of Information where rational thought and empirical data rules but there must still be some fellow daydreamers, imagineers or fantasists up there who whilst accept that a Nessie or Kelpy probably doesn’t exist it would be rekindle that childhood belief of extraordinary possibility that so many have forgot.