A long grey-blue knife gash amid the heathery Highlands of Northern Scotland is Loch Ness. Beside it rears the ruined pile of ancient Castle Urquhart. Nearest town of any size is Inverness, seven miles away. All around is the immemorial home of kelpies, bogles, Warlocks, White Ladies.
Whether Something is or is not in & around Loch Ness had by last week become almost a national issue in Great Britain. Dwellers around the lake began seeing Something several years ago, but they kept their mouths cannily shut until last August. Then all Britain...
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