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CONDITIONS WERE, well, not exactly ideal for a pleasant waterside stroll, but perhaps just right for a spot of monster hunting. A mist hung over the loch, now and then obscuring the lone boat moored at the end of a jetty, as a persistent drizzle soaked everything and the wind sent ripples across the surface of the water.
Legends abound
Standing at the water's edge, it was easy to understand how tales of monster sightings arose, as indistinct shapes appeared then disappeared again in the murk – was that a tree stump or a hump, a broken branch or the swish of a tail?
We were, of course, at Loch Ness, in the Great Glen area of the Scottish Highlands. Deeming the weather unfit for a boat trip (we were deep in the clutches of squally rain despite it being summertime), we had opted instead to explore part of the shore near our pitch at Loch Ness Bay Camping. A 15-minute stroll across the fields behind the site took us to a
